hell
Oliver Ross
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Oh, Danna
Do you think about me too?
'Cause I'm so depressed for you, for you
A black knife
In my hands, it have our names
I cut my veins they bleed for you again
Oh, Danna
I see you with someone else
Why you're making this a living hell?
I'll hold you
With the knife around my hands
I cut my skin, you hurt me any way
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We are not together
We are not together
Fuck
We are not together
We are not together
Together
Together