My love is losing grip, And i fear i will fall, If i fall i will be nothing, Nothing at all, If i fall, i know i will not land on my feet, And ill die a painful death, and be covered with the white sheet. I'd lie still, only to think about what i've thrown away, But what i'd thrown away would have been mine if i could stay, In a stable frame of mind, in which my mother did not give me, Why didnt she, give me, the mind in which i need to keep, the love of my life. But now she's gone and so am i, im below, playing satans games, but i will not mension, anybodies names, that led to my downfall, That would be a shame, I wouldnt be playing satan's game.. of guilt.. They know they did wrong, they know they killed me, All for the love of my life... she.

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