Your the blade in my back
The thorn in my rose
The blood on my cut
But yet I still love you
Your the frown on my face
The fire that burned down my house
The flu in my body
So why do I still love you
Is it your personlity,your laugh
Or am I just that nieve
Tell me before I die cuz of the blade in my back
But if I do remmber I still love you
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