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Historians and born agains say we repeat lost memories
But then theres what we cant forget, whats burned into our chemistry

Who the fuck are you to talk about me on the Internet?
Your stories are one-sided, and my side is what you didnt get.
Im too nice of a guy to be a liar or a cheater
But bitches that I trusted have both flaws in their demeanors
And its them that cheated on me, but I tried to understand
When I brought the bloody money with love crumpled in my hand
The slut was underhanded, and she duped me three times straight
If she doesnt want her money, Im not one to stay and wait
Bitch, get your story straight before you tell the world Im not
And I wont tell em ugly tits and thinning hair is what you got

And the broken parts we try to lose will keep on coming back
Until we know the dark and choose the obligation of our past.