With every fucking moment of silence
You stick your hook in farther
Ripping from shoulder to thigh
You gut me like a fish
I speak like a fuck
Because I havent spoken in years
Ill find myself when I find my heart
I just hope you know yourself
Because i'm ready for you to show it
I admit I think im in over my head
As a creature of habit
My heart is on the guillotine for an extra slice
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Lets see where this goes Fate.
Ill ask if i should ask you and take it from there.
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