I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out, and I would tell the truth but I can't help myself. Red rushes out, dissect this nerve, and I'll stop myself before I reach my cell. I wasn't asking for the world. And you know that I'm not one to follow through. All these city streets the people look the same, and I can see your face, and I can hear your name. I wasn't asking for the world. You're stabbing in, permanent scars, and you'll justify it all inside yourself. You've finished me, my pulse is gone, and you're satisfied to put this all to hell. Drink the poison when you think it's over, stabbing yourself when you think it's too late. Tragic endings are your thing; you love them. You love letting go, the ending's the same. Drink the poison when you think it's over, inevitable, Verona lives inside of you.
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