When you let them in your home, you were naked and alone. theyd been carving your tombstone since they first met you. its not the years spent in the wings, but its the lies that really sti
Ut now with one brief little fling the partys over.

Its so hard to understand in a field of also-rans to be someone else that they no longer need, to be smothered by the hand that used to feed.

One little slip was all it took, to put a bullet in your foot. you didnt think to stop and look, but now youre sober. in a single paragraph they turned your life into a farce; when you saw the photographs, the light was so cruel.

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When you let them in your home you were naked and alone. theyd been carving your tombstone since they first met you.

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