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Ya know, those things you make just to break?

The things that people hold onto when all else is gone

The things made so easily, and broken easier

If you only knew the things you’ve said

The things you do, the things you hear

They can change people, and end up changing those promises

And send someone plummeting to their doom

You said you would be here for me forever

That you’d never leave me

Where are you now, the moments I need you, you’re never here

Another slip, another tumble, another nail in the coffin

You’ve broken that promise

The one that meant the world to me

Guess I was nothing to you, just another depressed freak

That’s ok, I’ve found something that I can always hold onto

Something real, something permanent

Something I can never take back

Something that lets me crawl into a hole and disappear

Something called Death, and he’s come for me

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