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Return to MeThere are times I feelLife's gone astray. Your heart I'd steal; On my knees I'd pray - As my ankles burn From hell's bright flame - For salvation From the devil's game. Your love's my curse; Your heart's my life, As I converse With the edge of my knife. I'll cut myself And watch me bleed, The fading health of my sanity. I love you now, I hate you too, But tell me how To break free from you. I need you more, Each day I hide. Upon the floor My heart has died. I pray again That I might be saved From all this pain Myself I gave. For love is dead, Yet still I bleed, Upon my bed. Return to me. |
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