| (I am here to tell you a story.
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| A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night.
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| And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush
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| strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utter horror of the
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| night that Annabel died.
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| The emptiness will haunt you.)
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| This is a nightmare, is my Annabel really gone?
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| My eyes are stung by daylight, I find it hard to breathe.
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| Her body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn.
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| The smell of blood still crawls, I kiss you softly goodbye.
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| Baby, lay in my arms and cuddle me close.
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| Soon this will be just an awful memory…
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| Will I ever be able to sleep again?
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| My angel lie to me and tell me I’m dreaming.
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| (Please wake me up, please wake me).
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| A girl like you will always be such a tragic part of me.
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| (Oh ecstasy you torture me).
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| I watch the blood drip from the corners of your mouth.
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| Your icy flesh is laying, your pallid skin still glows.
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| I’m starting to believe what my eyes are seeing now.
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| You’re still so beautiful and yet so morbidly still.
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| Sweet revenge…
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| He will pay, he will pay my dear.
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| Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I’m coming undone.
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| The mirror says it all, a crimson story of innocence lost.
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| Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I’m coming undone.
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| What have I done to her?
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| So terribly memory returns of her struggle, of her screams, of her.
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| Lord forgive me!
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| My stomach heaves as I see the blood that covers me.
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| Blood that was once hers.
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| I’m a monster!
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| Such an awful memory…
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| Will I ever be able to sleep again?
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| (A mirror never lies.
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| They know.
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| Everybody knows.
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| Do you not see what they see?
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| A mirror never lies.
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| I see what they see. |
| Everybody knows. |
| Everybody knows.) |