Dye My Soul
A pain of the deepest dye is seeing myself when I look at you, So I'll give the devil his due.
We all have flaws, though I don't do what you do.
Some things hurt too bad to sleep on. Some things are too real to speak on, but I feel and I see. There isn't much that sets you apart from me.
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