The Most Emo Thing I Could Have Ever Written

Sorrow is, my sweetest sin,

i'm careful of the skin i'm in.

So far from grace.

The killer in my soul has no future home,

he's all sin and bone

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The memories I have

are the most wonderful lies i've made,

I don't regret them anymore.

Hidden beneath my skin, i'm sure that i'll win,

the killers and cops with sins,

created from memories of my broken mind

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Underneath myself, i'll wander through my hell,

crouching into disbelief.

As these days go by, i'll to fly,

and hide inside the clouds in the darkened sky

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Count your loved ones out of this mindless hell,

I don't know where they'll fit into place.

Crawl away from me,

tell me what you see, your know that your not free,

your just as fucked as me.

Killers and Sinners Live In My Soul