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Jul 2014
She wants to be the one
To see me through this mess
She wants to be the one
To move me I digress

She hopes that she can lend
A hand to knees I bend
She hopes that she can lend
A hand I am her friend

She will
She will
She will
She will

She kissed me on the neck
And drew my final breath
She kissed me on the neck
And left in wait of death

She walked away all grins
She took from me my life
She walks away all sins
In my spine rests her knife

She kills
She kills
She kills
She kills

I wait for her caress
Upon these floating dreams
I wait for her caress
I'm sleeping though it seems

She sees me in her head
An image of regret
She sees me in her head
A face she can't forget

She screams
She screams
She screams
She screams

I wait for her in hell
A mindset of my own
I wait for her in hell
She threw her final stone

She looks me in the eye
Before her last goodbye
She looks me in the eye
She seems too satisfied

She wins
She wins
She wins
She wins
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