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Sickened
by Anchorage Blue
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I am sickened to the core
My insides stain the hardwood floor
Left my keys hanging in the door
I don't know who I am anymore
No wonder why you washed your sheets
And now I know where you got the bruises on your knees
Don't bullshit me, I know where you sleep
Your word is poison from a tongue that'll never be clean
I never meant anything
Now I'm just your memory
I'm a catastrophe
You never ended up wishing me well
I was just another trophy
For your cobweb shelf
A spiffy little souvenir, just like everyone else
I saw him through your window from down the street
And you lied about it
Through your tea-stained teeth
You're dead to me
It was just a fallacy
Just your sick, twisted fantasy
Attention coming to you with ease
And all these broken boys just begging to please
You've sickened me to the core
Puke caked to the god damned floor
Spoiled rotten, you've left me torn
I don't know who you are anymore
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Your fathers' daughter, there's no mistaking
Miserable at best, you rip through my chest
Just like you did the rest
Karma doesn't kiss and tell, it just hurts like hell
You hurt like hell
I am sickened to the core
My insides stain the hardwood floor
Left my keys hanging in the door
I don't know who I am anymore
No wonder why you washed your sheets
And now I know where you got the bruises on your knees
Don't bullshit me, I know where you sleep
Your word is poison from a tongue that'll never be clean
I never meant anything
Now I'm just your memory
I'm a catastrophe
You never ended up wishing me well
I was just another trophy
For your cobweb shelf
A spiffy little souvenir, just like everyone else
I saw him through your window from down the street
And you lied about it
Through your tea-stained teeth
You're dead to me
It was just a fallacy
Just your sick, twisted fantasy
Attention coming to you with ease
And all these broken boys just begging to please
You've sickened me to the core
Puke caked to the god damned floor
Spoiled rotten, you've left me torn
I don't know who you are anymore
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Your fathers' daughter, there's no mistaking
Miserable at best, you rip through my chest
Just like you did the rest
Karma doesn't kiss and tell, it just hurts like hell
You hurt like hell
