The gravedigger of our child
Savoring her delicate pulse
I'm still alive but his no happy with it
Saying l make u regret for enternety if you only say a world
Being with him means to stop breathing
U wanna say something?
U can't tell me nothing.
No more.
In the moonlight in sunshine
I'm not a mother of your child
Don't regret that, don't be shy
U're just burials man kind of guy
Does it taste good to be always right?
Nevertime for sorrow
When u're spending all your time
Сounting how to give less
To the woman u like
I want to only leave the part of chest with no heart inside
Starring in mirror
And see your pointless face inside
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