I don't know what hurts the most, holding on or letting go. Reliving my memories and they're killing me one by one.

Late in the afternoon, I watched you as u leave. You said you'll be there too, u've got blood on your sleeves, the pieces you cut from me I bleed out, the pain and suffering

I look into ur eyes and I can see right through ur lies And it's a terrible disguise I think we both know who dies here.

Too much on your mind, The truth is what u hope to find But you won't leave the past behind, u're the only one that lies here.

Therapy isn't enough I need to torture and kill akhond by my own hands.

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