*This is a song*



The bitter taste,
Of your tainted lips.
You took a chance,
Too good to miss.
Watching you,
The look you had,
That dickhead too,
It hurt me bad.

Don't, it hurts,
Relieve again and again,
Under a tide of misery,
Going to die, if you can't help me,
Soon.

I walk away,
Insurmountable pain.
Can't bear to look round,
And be hurt again.
A friendly word,
An ignorant reply,
A loving touch,
I wanna die.

Don't, it hurts,
Relieve again and again,
Under a tide of misery,
Going to die, if you can't help me,
Soon.

Stiil the bitter taste,
Lingers on,
Destroying my senses,
The popular con.
And still, the bitter taste,
Lingers fuckin' on,
Destroying my senses,
That fuckin' popular con.

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