Effects the heart as the Moon changes courses in the sky
Trembling by the lightest breeze on my skin
Adrenaline the only warmth keeping me alive
Wonderous angel voices repeat inside my head
Still I am sane; walking this path alone
Words leaving footprints on my memory
Tears of blood stain soft cheeks
I whisper to the saints above
"What cruel things must I have done to deserve this..?"
Fell so many countless times; faced your harsh tongue
Woke up by your side...
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things are a little bit mixed running to and fro to the wrong direction busted by my girl, stabbed by my thing for her iam dead, blood flowing, coloured none when can you say your life is worth it? if the reason for it all is gone in your arms you cant do anything, wont believe that she the wrongness of things iam wreck with no place to stay no gallant pride is restored iam shattered without signs iam gone with no traces held ...
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