Venom
You spit your venom All over my denim And now it staining It won't come out when its raining Your words hurt like acid rain And it starts to stain Like bleach it can't be undone All it can do is dry in the sun Your saying I'm the problem But neither of us could solve them But your not the help for a resolution Your love is an illusion For every ‘I love you’ The less I believe you Then you go and blame me Your in denial about me don't you see When I feel suicidal And death was my idol You said not to tell anyone It’ll go away like the sun
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