Your eyes we're like a melody
i was guided by the tune
you never loved me
so only pain looms
I would give life
by the knife
to here that tune once more
this knife called lust
is all to trust just use
never gain
a parasite would be your name
I hate myself for loving you
just slip fom the black to the blue
i cut myself with the thought of you
but in the end i love you..
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