My heart is about to wake
With a vicious hunger for hurt
So find an empty grave
and I'll supply the dirt
Because death is a game
That never really ends
And only true gamblers
Play it with their friends
You might say this or that
That your words don't really mean much
But I know broken bones
and those phrases are more than just a touch
Make my lovely heart bleed
I've been waiting since day one
To make you feel just as bad as me
It's all in good fun.
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