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Parade your black-heart, a Judas kiss laced with nicotine
With a chance to know you, some parts of us are best left unseen
Slapped in the face with the will it takes to love someone
A confidant or a brother, betrayal comes in many forms
Say good-bye with three words
And pray this won't happen again
If you can live with yourself that doesn't mean that you are innocent or guilty
"The suffering of Christ washes us clean"
Give of yourself not completely
Selfish denial, thoughts words cannot embrace
Trading passion for passion and holding onto the thread that keeps us in place
Still masquerading the acts a wine stain won't erase
Wrap it up as a mistake; pretend your first time is the last
Say good-bye with three words
And pray this won't happen again
If you can live with yourself that doesn't mean you are innocent or guilty
"The suffering of Christ washes us clean"
Give of yourself not completely
The deepest scars are made by the push of familiar blades
Constructing an enemy with the most familiar things
However complicated we can make the exchange
Say good-bye with three words, and pray this won't happen again
The deepest scars are made by the most familiar blades
The deepest scars are made by the most familiar blades
The deepest scars
The deepest scars
Written by: Brandon Thrasher, Kelly Reaves
