In the basement of death is where I lie,
a sullen girl with a sullen cry.
The unkept secret of stolen lies,
opposing forces of what should be true.
All these secrets were kept by you
cries of shame, cries of hope
drips of blood twisting my soul
keeping me distant as a whole.
Cold fingers, lips of blue
all this happend because of you.
In the basement of death is where I lie.
A sullen girl, who wants to die.

 
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