The air smelling of something evil
Me with that deadly look in my eyes
Her wrapped up in all your foolish lies
The same ones you gave to me
You thinking that your going to get away
Thinking you can treat people the way
that only you think is right
Well. Its not. Not one bit.
You should not have messed with me
You made me this way
My life is such a mess
And I have only you to thank
I come to you
I can tell your scared
You run for your life
and lucky for you...
I wake up
 
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