With your soul as cold as ice
You roll the dice
Which shall it be
Love or hate tonight
You leave, your up to no good
Looking from the past seems to be ur life
Misery loves comapny
Your rude and brute
Yet you ask me to be your wife
Your eyes so full of pain
Your heart full of decite
your soul as cold as rain
As it falls deeper and deeper
Beaten down
So broke one can only take so much
Yet your love is a rush
Fight after fight
Yet i still lye next to you at night
Your love was lost, somehwre down the line
My line has been so hard to find
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