I don't know what to think,
Of what I feel inside,
Of all the times I've lost my temper,
And all the times I've cried,
But now I have a feeling, A haunting prophecy,
That pushes me towards the Dragon's Tears,
And releases the wrath of Hell's Fury.

The thought of missing you,
Could bring me to my knees,
It's just too bad to think,
Your only purpose is to please.

I cut myself today, to see if I still bled,
Neverending sorrow of a shade the darkest red,
But now I realize, exactly what I need,
The thought of missing you,
Could bring me to my knees.

But when I cut, I went too deep,
Sweet penetration to make my soul weep,

Because tonight I cry the blackest tears,
Looking back on all these years,
Running from my deepest fears,

The thought of missing you,
Could bring me to my knees....



 
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