I love you, but your poison to me. I love you, but you pushed it on me. I love you, but my soul took control. I hate you, thats why youre dead on my bed. My feelings dead to you, you never cared, you. I ripped your smile off your face, and I had pleasure too. What will I do, what will I do, when they find you? Cause in the end, oh in the end, I will confess to, Killing you, killing you. You fucked me up through, thoughts and dead things, I compared you too. Expressing life throughout my head, was impossible. I wanted you to live my life, though my nightmare.
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