Why are you back in my life?
You come back holding that bloody knife,
The bloody knofe that you stabbed through my heart,
That knofe tore my whole life apart.

Why do you still dislike me?
I still like you can't you see.
Can't you see my feelings yet?
I feel like such a tortured pet.

Why can't I have you now?
Isn't there something I can do, somehow?
Somehow, can't you forgive me?
Or at least let me know so I can be set free?
 
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