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You were my life and my light
Then came that cold, dark night
Now the only time I see your face
Is in the pictures of this old place
Without you I don’t know what to do
Why did this happen to you
I can’t live in this house alone
So I cut my wrist down to the bone
I won’t make it to where you are
Instead I’ll be in a place so far
Away from you is where I lay
This night will never again turn to day
Roses are red
Violets are purple
I want to stab you
Until you all dead

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