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seret secret seret
can you keep a secret?
well keep it far from me
the time has come
to be undone
and Ive no time for thee
ill tell you little stories...
have you heard the one about the truth?
sprinkled very lightly
with everything but you
dim and dull as mud
dripping dirty on my rug
id give you more but all i have
is this box of half hearted hugs
remember when we laughed?
i cant so fu*k yourself
all those little moments blown away
by unsophisticated smells
i bury memories of you
behind bricked up basement walls
hopefully no one ever finds them
there just murdered thoughts of you is all
i pictured you quite different
when i thought about the future
saw us smiling
why am i crying? oh that's right....ur fu*king putrid.
i sing me little lullabies and bury you to sleep
who'd have known id valley for your death
so unbecoming of me
but i guess that's just the way it goes,
when you've been as scorned as me
tweedle deedle deedle dum
tweedle deedle dee
buried inside darkened forest
you'll never make it out alive
just remember when your there,
how hard i fu*king tried
so apologise not to me, for ill not say a word
your poisoned blahs mean nothing more
than seven day old curds.