'm deleting all the pictures that I never should have kept them in the first place
And you really suck at making gardens, I'll just forget it ever happend, I'll forget your ugly face
Well I'm writing a song, and I'm just thinking how nice it'd be to scrap of your face
With a potato peeler, and it'll be funny, soon enough to know that your sorry for what you said

And I hope it make you sorry now,
That I regret loving you somehow
And I hope you like the feeling of regret
As even murders mave have thier doubts

And you burned all of the cute notes, hoping that you might forget them in the first place.
Don't worry I'll foget you too, you'll die form barley breath and I crush apart your lungs
And I should of picked mark instead of you faggot, your with some hoe and she's on her knees
As if she can even fucking find it. but you always scream and you cried a lot
And museums felt like nothin at all, funny I smiled while I was leaving you, maybe that's what's worse.
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And I hope it make you sorry now,
That I regret loving you somehow
And I hope you like the feeling of regret
As even murders mave have thier doubts
And I'm removed your memorys from my head I never loved you or loved no one else
So take a look at me, say what you wanna say before you die

Forget me, I'd rather die then think of you
Forget me, you need to grow a fucking dick
Forget me, because I always go with ones that are faggots, that are faggots

Forget me, I'd rather die then think of you
Forget me, you need to grow a fucking dick
Forget me, because I always go with ones that are faggots, that are faggots

And I hope it make you sorry now,
That I regret loving you somehow
And I hope you like the feeling of regret
As even murders mave have thier doubts
And I'm removed your memorys from my head I never loved you or loved no one else
So take a look at me, say what you wanna say before you die

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