Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
I'm a hater to to all the creators, so when you stand out and when you reach, I'll prey on your lifeblood, I'll be your own personal leech. With all of my conviction, the fear that I spread will find me gazing in the mirror laughing with dread.
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