your hope hit the rockbottom.
when i'm not god enough, and your looking for some real stuff,
remember everything i've done, and think about if it were me or you that won.
when the sun is rising you'll remember me, 'cus i was the fruit from the toxic tree.
my poison is deap inside in you and your soul, and your completly out of control.
you cant handle this, you cant keep on going, when its 30 degrees outside, you'll belivie its snowing.
your unable to see, unable to feel, your as hard as the thickest of steel.
i dont belive you when you're saying your sorry, but i wont hurt you so dont worry.
you've hurt you're self enough alredy.
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