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Avy was high.
profound death of a saint the death of a saint
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Song Info
Charts
Peak #4,061
Peak in subgenre #306
Author
ProFound, Avarice, Joe Caluya
Uploaded
July 21, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB 128 kbps 2:21
Story behind the song
Kylie got mad high and wrote a verse. Pro liked it and wrote one as well.
Lyrics
You said your sorry you want me back in your life But nothing ever stopped me from making this stain on my knife Replacing these lies with morbid thoughts on my mind Retracting my life I end yours from mine Just give it some time your wounds will heal Replacing your pain and you begin not to feel The pain I feel The pain you cause inside of me You look back to see the bloody mess the you left Impressed on my chess is a little black heart broken and bent Destroyed by yours truly don’t ask for me back just leave it be Done with your life and never coming back Stabbed in the back it ended in bad It ended at bad lets leave it that It ended at bad I was stabbed in the back Can’t see tonight so I’m never turning back to you Laughed at you after you decided you were Passable As collateral for damaged parts of a shattered heart And liquid love that came out to last for our Relationship… I wish we never had relations bitch Save that shit because I’m getting ill from you’re claims and statements Lame replacement of what I had one time acting so brain dead I hate that you thought you could have me love you as a payment Stay away please so I can find a way to save this Heart I have left… the shard that you left Hard since you left because hearts don’t glue back Threw back memories that no longer are labeled by numbers Stated your hunger and left me in summer Famous from under the ground in your slumber You pound @ my lungs for air and I give it for love or The thought of a lover….I thought that I loved her But Now I realize it’s over and I can’t be bugged with her Snuffed the blurs of thoughts I had writing back to the summer Running my way in circles cleaning this tunnel Bundles of nerves and feelings surface as crimson as roses Posed with this atrosive corrosive prognosed diagnosis Waking up having my brain toyed and poked with Prods she would use as if she was jabbing @ pull pits Realized she was full of it bullshit I wish I could hold it But it never had substance sustenance was never asked for Just get back or I’ll have to turn you out like a crack whore Because of love…or lack of a better word for distrust Fuss about it and feel what I felt….blood. And you say you only want me back And you say you only want me back tonight But where done where done
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