When you let them in your homeyou were naked and alone. they'd been carving your tombstone since they first met you. it's not the years spent in the wingsbut it's the lies that really sti

Ut now with one brief little fling the party's over.



It's so hard to understand in a field of also-rans to be someone else that they no longer needto be smothered by the hand that used to feed.



One little slip was all it tookto put a bullet in your foot. you didn't think to stop and lookbut now you're sober. in a single paragraph they turned your life into a farce; when you saw the photographsthe light was so cruel.



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When you let them in your home you were naked and alone. they'd been carving your tombstone since they first met you.



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