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Lirieke: Emmure. I Only Mean Half Of What I Don't Say.

I'll try my best to explain the situation.
But there's only one way I know how.
So listen up now.

I will show no sympathy.

Any chance I get I'm gonna pour salt in your wounds.
After you forgive me.
Tell me why should I ever fucking care?!

Your sad fate.
I know this sounds too familiar.
You would kill to be where I am.
Choices you make they will haunt you to your grave.

You, you're trying your hardest it makes me fucking sick.
Your sad fate.
I'm not the only one laughing at your fucking mistakes.
And I don't really gotta tell you 'cause you already know.

You are beneath me.

I came out on top....