Your words
Your words. Your plea
What have you done to me?
Stabbing me in the back
You made as if you cared
But now I know it's a lie
I won't hold on any longer to try
Now you're dead and your words stay
Mocking me everyday
I want to make peace
But the scars you left are deep
I want you to go to sleep!
Leave me alone!!
Your words. Your plea
What are you doing to me?
You stabbed me in the back
Pretending to care.
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Thorns of Life
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