I've been thinking about you lately 
About how much you fucking hate me
And how you said I could never amount to anything
I think the fact that you were right
Is the thing that's keeping me up all night
But despite all of that you're not the worst that I've ever seen

Call me stupid call me retarded 
Never be sorry for what I did
If you still hate me you're out of luck
Cause you'll never ever get me to shut up

All the things I've done that seem to make you run away
Things you can't be bothered to say
And you never seem to notice all the things I do
It's like I don't exist and neither do you

Call me stupid call me retarded 
Never be sorry for what I did
If you still hate me you're out of luck
Cause you'll never ever get me to give a fuck


Bow down to the end of your loaded gun
Put to your head cause of all the things you've done
Then you can finally understand
Your life was always in your hands
Rethink your life and your process 
Every failure doesn’t sting any less
Break down when it doesn’t come easily 
Give up when you turn twenty-three
Hear truths that hit too close to home
Get scared to go out on your own 
Love it when you get stuck in place 
With that empty look that’s on your face
Hasn’t happened yet it never will
You never had those kind of skills 
Why can’t you just realize the fact 
That this will be your final act
Bow down to the end of your loaded gun
Put to your head cause of all the things you've done
Then you can finally understand
Your life was always in your hands

No More Spiders

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I translate Epunk/Incelcore songs on Youtube to spanish.

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No More Spiders

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