My fist no longer closes properly
I can feel my eyes twitch everytime one of "our songs" comes on
The anger is rising just thinking about it
I can still smell you in my nostrils
It's makin' the bile rise - I can get sick without you even being here
But there will never be any getting over you
To think that you're my poison, the only thing that can kill me...
I fucking hate what you've done to me
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