The voices in the night kills my hopes.
The warmth of the sun capture my thoughts.
I never knew this can happen.
I was never strong.
But this time, I'll let you eat your words.
Mark this day.
It will chase you down.
I'll make you spit regret.
You will feel the pain and the fret.
I'll let you lick the walls the you created.
Taste each words the you believed.
I don't want you to find me.
You like pushing me around.
All your lies are on the ground.
Let's not mend this,
Let's just end this.
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