Deflowered
Reality sacred and carefree
Fatality broken and fancy free
It hurts to be me
It hurts for you to see
all the pain I put myself through
Crawling through the disdain
and I still can't get to you
Even after all my pain
Bleed a thousand tears
Need to rid myself of these fears
It cannot bear
It cannot compare
To the pain I endure
Just to stay pure
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2006
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