| I hear the footsteps crawling by,
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| Watching myself slowly die.
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| Sharp pain is impaling through my heart,
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| Slowly tearing me apart.
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| One minute you’re an angel fallen from grace,
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| Next, the fix that I hate.
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| Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss,
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| Then rips out my heart to show me how black it is!
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| No!
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| Yet again…
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| It feels so cold,
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| It hollows your name.
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| I’ll die alone!
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| I hear the footsteps walking by,
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| Watching myself slowly die.
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| Sharpening pain leading through my heart,
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| Slowly tearing me apart.
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| When you appear as an angel
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| Look at me now, losing my way.
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| Could you ever kill the pain in my heart
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| Even though they say angels don’t kill?
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| No!
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| Yet again…
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| It feels so cold,
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| It hollows your name.
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| I’m dying alone!
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| No!
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| Yet again…
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| It feels so cold,
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| It hollows your name.
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| I’ll die alone! |