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Don't tell me that you found someone I cant act like it matters I feel like such a bastard I just thought you'd move faster With me gone But now that I'm in the ground You could be fucking around Knowing I won't Make a sound to say you're wrong You watched me empty those rounds Bet you remember that smile I swear those voices were louder Than that gun Than that gun, ooh Than that gun, ooh Than that gun I got some cuts on my wrists I'm sick and tired of hearing all Those pretty lies that they give Telling me that theres a life worth to Live I'll keep on bleeding down my arms Theres nothing better than this (I despise it) Could you prove me wrong? 'Cause I don't wanna Be right this time Right this time