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They say we all bleed the same way

but for you I’d bleed yellow

I would stand in front of a speeding bullet

even if you were behind the trigger

but it only took three words

to make you never wanna see me again

it took three words

to make everything we’ve ever done

and everything we’ve ever shared

seem like nothing more than a memory

it took three words

to end the only good thing I had

and those words were

‘pencil sharpener blade’