I've been praising not success but mistakes
And I don't know who you are anymore
And you're three whole words and eight letters late
I've been cleaning the blood off of our floor
Is all this really worth your addiction?
Keep lying; you won't avoid this issue
Two person trial for your conviction
What's worth more, us or scarlette stained tissues?
Do you think you're beautiful done like this?
Violent convulsions and make up smears
All your clothes are ruined and reak like piss
I've drowned out concern over the long years
You said you'd do it, and I called your bluff
But I think you're not trying hard enough
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