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Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained. And in saying you loved me, made things harder at best. And these words changing nothing as your body remains. And there's no room in this hell, there's no room in the next. And our memories defeat us, and I'll end this direst. But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head. But does anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? And these words changing nothing as your body remains. If there's no room in this hell, there's no room in the next. But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?
