::| Sympathy Is Overrated |::

[It's just a random piece of writing. It's not really a song or a poem, but it's my feelings.]

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Die on the spot and disappear
Well, I’ve already died of a broken heart
And I’m still stuck here
So don’t complain to someone like me
Because I’ve got no sympathy left
And my extra hand is scarred
With the lines of a million tears
But I’m still stuck here
Alive in this hell

It’s time to feel my pain
You said you’d share the burden
But you’ve been lying again
I needed you and you went to him
So thanks for the venom
And here’s your dose too

Have you seen my scars?
No, but you’ve faked the intellect
Do you know what I’ve been through?
No, you don’t even have a clue
It was your luck that made me sick
Sally trick, Sally slick
Sally got pushed onto a candle wick.

Die on the spot and disappear
Well, I’ve already died of a broken heart
And I’m still stuck here
So don’t complain to someone like me
Because I’ve got no sympathy left
And my extra hand is now scarred
With the lines of a million tears
But I’m still stuck here (I’m still screaming)
Still alive in this hell (But my tears are drying)

Waiting, I’ve been waiting all along
I may not be right, but I know you’re wrong
Break down, break down, down, down
Make it, make it, make it work now
You don’t know him, you don’t know how