What is it youre doing?
What do you mean to do?
I dont want to be like you!
Let me live my life;
Let me keep my mortal love!
Even if you make me like you,
I will never love you!

What is in your twisted, black and withered heart
That you would make me so?
How can you take one so pure
From her ever-living light?
Id rather that you kill me
Than take me from this life;
From my love.

So bite me,
Bleed me,
But please,
Let me live,
Or make me die...
Just dont make me like you,
Not if you have a heart left in you.
 
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