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Behind her smile lies rotten teeth Behind her eyes lie broken memories Broken Memories Broken Memories Like a rose fallen to the floor This whore digs her own grave This whore digs her own grave You built a heart from cinders You built a heart that only hinders This is sorrow the sound of breaking glass My lovers fall at last My lovers fall at last Like a rose fallen to the floor This whore digs her own grave This is sorrow the sound of breaking glass CONSUME ME WITH HATE From Letras Mania