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I'd like to make you think And I do love to make you think That I am a saint among men A will of iron from beginning to end I would like to make you think It comes easy to me That I am never on the brink Of losing sanity I want you to think I wasn't torn When she only wants the night Nothing more It was but a trifle to say no A lonely bed easily kept so It has never crossed my mind That a drink or two would bury me behind That a fight in a dim alley way Wouldn't make me feel alive Knuckles made for darker play Wouldn't have a place to thrive If I could be honest with myself And I do hate to be honest with myself I posses the soul of a saint Good is all I wish to do But my heart is filled with pain Always a struggle to stay true So if you are to know me As I would like for you to You will have to see Behind everything I do I am a demon of an angel Hating but kind Living life through the angle Of a tortured mind Though I can't say who will win Or when the struggle will finally end I can say I will fight this sin Try to be something better than I've ever been And I will remember you In everything I do Because the world deserves something better than this This angel who fell So save me the sweetest kiss And I will make it through this hell
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Dear Beatrice
I'd like to make you think And I do love to make you think That I am a saint among men A will of iron from beginning to end I would like to make you think It comes easy to me That I am never on the brink Of losing sanity I want you to think I wasn't torn When she only wants the night Nothing more It was but a trifle to say no A lonely bed easily kept so It has never crossed my mind That a drink or two would bury me behind That a fight in a dim alley way Wouldn't make me feel alive Knuckles made for darker play Wouldn't have a place to thrive If I could be honest with myself And I do hate to be honest with myself I posses the soul of a saint Good is all I wish to do But my heart is filled with pain Always a struggle to stay true So if you are to know me As I would like for you to You will have to see Behind everything I do I am a demon of an angel Hating but kind Living life through the angle Of a tortured mind Though I can't say who will win Or when the struggle will finally end I can say I will fight this sin Try to be something better than I've ever been And I will remember you In everything I do Because the world deserves something better than this This angel who fell So save me the sweetest kiss And I will make it through this hell
matthew-nichols
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
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