But alas my love
You shall return tomorrow
With bitter hopes and sorrow
How will it feel to be in a place they call home
But to still feel desperatly alone?
I know I won't answer the phone
You may call me childish
You may call my selfish
But to see you suffer is my wish
Your pain is my thrill
To teach you a lesson is my dream I must forfill
But why go to all the trouble?

I want to make your heart split in two and your pulse rate double
Only when your down on your knees begging will I grin
Because this is our final game and I must win
To reduce you from a beast,to a peasant of love
Some blood must spill
For me to make my final kill
For me to claim my victory
Over all those fake apologies you have cried
Over all those times that you have lied
It's time for me to step up and reclaim my once shattered pride.
 
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