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What she asks for is something that she denied herself With her slurred words, she sealed the doors With every insult she got ****** into the darkness My mind is a labyrinth, one that she desperately tries to decipher With every bruise she makes a wrong turn With every drop of crimson wine she falls into the black Who she wants to know is someone who she pushed away She doesn't know him, doesn't know that her flames become extinguished in his ocean of resentment My heart is locked away and sealed, the key, something that must be earned A key she frantically searches for She tries to knockdown the walls, to make the door crumble But her fists just make them all the stronger When will she understand who she searches for is dead? The undead left behind is unknown to her and she'll never know him because she can't **** him like she did with her son, He's just a shell, a piece of battle armor brought to life My life is not hers to command, The boy who she seeks to dictate died, I'm all that's left And I will be in control of my life Finally, ending her tyranny
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
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What she asks for is something that she denied herself With her slurred words, she sealed the doors With every insult she got ****** into the darkness My mind is a labyrinth, one that she desperately tries to decipher With every bruise she makes a wrong turn With every drop of crimson wine she falls into the black Who she wants to know is someone who she pushed away She doesn't know him, doesn't know that her flames become extinguished in his ocean of resentment My heart is locked away and sealed, the key, something that must be earned A key she frantically searches for She tries to knockdown the walls, to make the door crumble But her fists just make them all the stronger When will she understand who she searches for is dead? The undead left behind is unknown to her and she'll never know him because she can't **** him like she did with her son, He's just a shell, a piece of battle armor brought to life My life is not hers to command, The boy who she seeks to dictate died, I'm all that's left And I will be in control of my life Finally, ending her tyranny
javier-garza
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
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