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Tell me where this story is misplaced When we hear the endless jargon of how the girl is always right Just another story of how a life was ended over an uncaring soul Who meant the world to someone Someone who could care less I vaguely remember him But I was still taken aback by this news And oh, how I hate her kind To think that this could have been me Why can't we have the strength to rise above them? If only we could, they could be nothing But instead all we have is another story of an aspiring life vanished I have as well fallen for the vixen with the kiss of death But how could he let her get the best of him like this? A gun in his hand to signify what you mean A bullet in his head just where you wanted it I'll remember this story next time I hear the pain of mysagony A future gone to a useless fuck who can't assume the simple task of being true Enjoy living with this for the rest of your life Aus Songtexte Mania