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Standing ovations for word vomit

You cannot fog my world
with your words of hate and spite
I can't feel sorry for you
Even if my words weren't right.
I never said a lie to you
All your promises were false
I won't hold out my hand
Just to have it mauled
I could end your pain right now
Put you out of your misery
But I'd rather wait and watch
Until you can no longer breathe.
I want you to lose it all in my hands
and see what you've become
Because through it all in the end
I'll be the standing one.

12 Feb 07

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