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Below my soul, but in my heart
somewhere in between my love for you was torn all apart
inside my heart and surrounding my soul
my hatred for you now grows

you got me so wound up, i cant get you out of my mind
nomore being nice, its to late for trying to be kind
your just there, stuck in my brain
while i sit and listen to you scream, and push me furthur into shame

i let it go for to long
and to be with you, i no longer belong
i cant take it anymore
nobody knows what goes on behind these closed doors

beaten and broken by you phisically
tourmented and tortured by you mentally
cut and sliced by your knifes
im not the same anymore, you ruined my life

by someone who "cared" for me
by someone who "loved" me
by the one i cared for
by the one with all my heart loved for

what did i do to deserve this?, i just dont understand it
so alone in this corner i sit
thinking about my life
dying to feel the knife

begging God to give me wings
so i can fly with the angels, and listen to them sing

gasping for air
but dragging myself to the nearest mirror
smearing blood all over the floor
you were the last one i saw, over there by the door

with a gun pointed directly at me
pull the trigger bunny, finish me
let me be free
i want to soar through the world, theres so much i wanted to see

my body is now 6 feet under ground
cold and rotten not making a sound
but my soul is singing with the angels
thanking the lord on my knees for letting me be free from that hell

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