Every night it seems that you and her fight,
And I sit there, trembling as tears fall
From my face, for can you not see the light?
Darkness consumes your sight, and so I call
For help, for anyone to calm you down...
But i'm yelling to the sky and stars.
You walk behind me, close the door and frown,
fed up with me, your knife leaves me more scars.
I run away from you, but you fell to hell....
For how can I really be safe from you?
I could run away, but my soul i'd sell
If I let you win without trying; new
Fears would be living inside me and left
In this world from me would be your sad death.
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