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I don't got any more words
Left to say to you
It won't get through to you
Could've lost you that night
When I came back home
Blood on the ground
I cleaned it up for you
I cleaned your tracks
There's no way they'll find
Their way around
Maybe I want you gone
That won't stop me
I won't let it be my fault
None of them really cared for you
After all the bad shit that you went through
I'm a mystical bitch
I know how to make people
Open up the hearts to me
Write it, scribble-scrabble
I wrote myself made for you
I built myself up for you
I engraved my fingerprint in you
If you ever meet me in person
You'll see what I mean
I'll give you loyalty
But if you f*ck that up
Just know there's no way
For you to come back up to me
I despise all the words you say to me
I will despise every little word you speak
I'm a mystical bitch
Yeah, they call us witches
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