| A mother wails in pain as the child is born
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| 18 years or more, time to settle the score
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| Each time she dilates
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| A growing list she creates
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| Dig away at layers covering my fragile heart
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| Start at my feet and scrape up to my shins
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| Leaving the residual to barely scar
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| As the years went by you became a ghost
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| Disappointing, disappearing when I needed you the most
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| «Now, it begins
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| Fresh skin to maim
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| When I’m finished with you, you will not be the same
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| Please, cry harder
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| It makes me stronger
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| Knowing the power I’ll hold over you
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| You’re not to question
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| You’re to nod yes
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| Don’t worry honey, I am trying my best
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| Slowly you will learn
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| I’m not concerned
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| I am control"
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| Dig away at layers covering my fragile heart
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| Start at my feet and scrape up to my shins
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| Leaving residual to barely scar
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| As the years went by you became a ghost
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| Disappointing, disappearing when I needed you the most
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| Painted
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| In your disguise
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| Perfection
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| Caressing my eyes
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| «Now that I have you, right where I want you
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| Spirit’s now broken
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| Mental exhaustion
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| The seventh of the second
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| The day that you wrote this
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| I need you alone
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| It’s time to come home. |
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