Parallel Lines from To Wither by Arsenal Gear

All this pain
All this suffering
The uncertainty, it's killing me

We peaked too quick
And fell too hard
All that's left between us are broken memories

The things we said we'd do and what we said we'd become
Lies straight from your fucking mouth
The crows will come for your tongue

You're nothing but filth to me

An empty shell of no compassion
I hope the crows come for your tongue
You're nothing but filth to me
Tear out a piece of me

I should have known
Should have seen it coming
The signs were all there
Fucking blinded by infatuations

Never again, I say never again.
You can't break a fucking piece of me

An empty shell of no compassion
I hope the crows come for your tongue
You're nothing but filth to me
Tear out a piece of me

I should have known
Should have seen it coming
The signs were all there
Fucking blinded by infatuations

It's all on me
Nothing left to say
I'll stand my ground
These scars will heal
Go on and live your pretentious life
The way you've always been

It's all on me
Nothing left to say
I'll stand my ground
These scars will heal
Go on and live your pretentious life
Tear out a piece of me

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