Its Over....
ITS OVER
I CRIED TOO MANY TIMES
I CAN NOT HIDE THE DEATH INSIDE
I NOW FOLLOW MY OWN MIND
FREE TO LIVE MY WAY THAT I CRAVE
TO RUN AND SCREAM IF I PLEASE
SUCH PASSION IN MY BLOOD
ITS A SHAMEFUL FLOOD
YOU TOOK ALL I WAS
YOUR WORDS TORN AT MY LIFE
A LOVE THAT IS A SACRIFICE
YOUR LOVE IS OF DISTURBED ABUSE
I FOUND MY SILENCE AND NOW I HEAR MY VOICE
LOST FOR SO MANY HOURS TO DAYS TO YEARS
AS I LAYED AND CRIED AND PRAYED
LIKE A BALL ON THE FLOOR NO DIGNITY
NO ONE SAW MY SUFFERING HEART
YOU STOLE MY ENERGY FROM ME
FROM THE DEEPEST PART INDSIDE
YOU DO NOT LIKE WHAT YOU SEE
YOU SAY YOU WILL PLAY MY TUNE
OH NO OH NO MY TUNE IS THE ONE MY WAY
YOU CREATED A MONSTER TODAY
AND NOW I AM FREE JUST TO BE
IT'S OVER .....
IT'S OVER I CLIMBED THE FIGHT.....
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