(I want no one to escape) I hear the footsteps crawling by, Watching myself slowly die, Sharp pains impaling through my heart, Slowly tearing me apart...
One minute you're an angel fallen from grace. Next, the fears that I hate. Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss, Then rip from my heart to show me, how black it is!
No... You're not good... It feels so cold... Yet I'm watching back. I’ll die alone.
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