Walking down the road to hell,
I see the holder of the key to my cell.

She has control of my life,
Ever since that heated strife

Keeping me here,
In this place full of fear

She's sending me the pain,
So her heart will be free again

She slashes my heart,
Shreading each piece until I fall apart

My life is full of her,
Days when I was happy are just a blur

But everyday I endure the evil,
A period of upheaval

When...

Walking down the road to hell,
I see the holder of the key to my cell.
 
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