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now i can't change my past, but who the fuck are you to predict my future?
here's to you and taking the easy way out.
We raise our glass, this is a toast to all unfaithful ones.

And as a heart need it's beating surely yours will stop.
i know i have said it before but mark my words,
if shutting you up will be the last thing i ever do, i will wrap the silence around your throat and leave you breathless.
i will take every word from a lonely harlots mouth,
so pick your words wisely for they will be your last,
they will all be your fucking last.