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The story of us... Page one... Opening up... Lust betrays the useless hand that |
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Feeds. We are cut between the lines. The verdict sews where it bleeds, that |
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Was years ago. As you held her hand you let go, you will never share her |
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Cries of life. Opening up... Page two... I'm afraid I will lose her and these |
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Pictures will turn to shadows. And I'm afraid of watching the pages turn by |
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So quickly, and I'm afraid. The tides have changed and you're alone now. |
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Victims of abuse become a scene. Forgiven words are not enough to build the |
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Bridge of sincerity. Blame yourself or God for trusting the ones your life |
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Was counting on. In sickness and in health... I'm afraid I will lose her and |
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These pictures will turn to shadows. And I'm afraid of watching the pages |
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Turn by so quickly, and I'm afraid. If you could touch her face right now. |
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If you could hear her voice right now, this is the price you will pay for |
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Abandoning her in misery. (Let these snakes choke on her flesh. She burns on |
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The inside without you, and that's the end of the story.) Does it make you |
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Feel like you're a king... Preying on the innocent... She's suffocating, can't |
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You hear her?... It's a shame we do it to suit our own... And hope things make |
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Better sense another day |
