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This pain, for so many years,
Left me in a state impossible to shed tears.
Inside, I cried.
Within, were strings in my heart, tightly they were tied.

You could throw me, you could beat me,
You could whip me in a circle of your greed,
I could sit, wait and bleed.
My deterioration was your elation.
It's this wretched place,
It's got me crazed one way and you in many others,
For you, your heart fluttered.
For me, my mind went to the gutter.
If I could be blessed by your death,
You'd get my blessings by my last breath.
But on this day of gloom
Inside the black roses always bloom.

You love it when I abide to what you wanted,
If I resigned like a dog I'd be hunted.
Although alone I was always treated like a dog
and alone I licked my wounds
in the distance you laughed like a fool
but I could care less
nail me to the wall with you and your tools
I'd enjoy that foolish look on your face
Hell, I'd look you in the eyes and you'd question me being out of place

You could throw me, you could beat me,
You could whip me in a circle of your greed,
I could sit, wait and bleed.
My deterioration was your elation.
As these days pass soon I will disappear without a trace
And all I could hope for is never again see your face.

All I ask if my prayer is granted
that seeing your heart stop is surely a great deal of magnificence
Let alone the thought of your absence
I'd be glad to bless my own prayer one way or another
When I strike you you'd utter a small word
a yell of plea
but let's be glad in the end we'll both be set free.

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