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ItsSammy

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Open your mouth and what comes out, dear?

Something no one even wanted to hear.

Close your eyes and say your prayers.

For you are falling, falling down the stairs.

 

Look at your filthy mouth.

Only spiders ever come out.

Loosing webs upon your tongue.

Soon your lungs will be undone.

 

No one wanted to hear your stupid words, you fool.

Why is it that your words are always so cruel?

Shut up, oh just shut up.

When will it ever be enough?

Can't you just close your mouth?

And keep those spider webs from coming out?

 

Venom. Poison. Spilt on lace.

Crying. Trying. Out of place.

 

Close your eyes and bit your tongue.

Everything is over done.

You're so stupid you can't see ...

How no one wants to hear from thee.

 

Stupid girl, stupid girl, no one wants to hear your voice.

Stupid girl, stupid girl, shut your mouth and make a choice.

Choose to be silent.

Choose this way.

Choose to be non-violent with the words you say.

 

Venom. Poison. Spilt on lace.

Crying. Trying. Out of place.

 

Hold your tongue and say your prayers.

Your words are falling down the stairs.

Hear them crash to the floor.

They're not yours anymore.

 

Control. Controlling.

The words are pulling.

But my tongue stays stuck.

Oh, just my luck.

Everything I want to say is stuck behind my teeth.

But everything I wish to take back is already beneath.

Beneath me.

Beneath you.

Beneath a lie.

Beneath what's true.

It's out there for you to hear.

It's out there for me to fear.

For I can't take it back now.

You wish to forget somehow.

But it's out there for you to hear.

And it's out there for me to fear ...

 

Venom. Poison. Spilt on lace.

Crying. Trying. Out of place.

 

I can't erase what I've said.

Now it's in my head.

Haunting me.

Taunting me.

This crimson venom I spat out.

The killing poison found in my shout.

 

Words ...

How funny they can be.

Words ...

How much they haunt me.

Words ...

The poison in my head.

Words ...

Sometimes they make me wish I were dead.

 

Words.

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