Falling from a building,
Or of a broken heart...
My death will lead your path,
For you're riping me apart.
Stabbed in the back,
Or shot in the head...
Think of me, baby,
When I'm lying there, dead.
I show no emotion,
When you say it's me you hate.
In fact, in my head I pretend...
Your hating me is great.
The most unwanted death would be,
The most important one...
Is of the second that I named...
For that death would be no fun.
 
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