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I Didn'T Mean To

I never meant to hurt anybody.
Then why? Why i always wound;
A person, a moment, a soul.
When it was only my dying sword.

I cant think of any othet image
Than the wounded, broken victim.
My mind, my dirty soul
Aches as 7hell's hole.

Im tired of being the beast.
But still i wont live this earth,
Throw myself against the wall
Cause i already feel like i fall

Onto the floor dead and pale
Naming my vice to the Lord
He stabs a lightning through my brain
And sends me in Otherside's jail.

I rot in my cell for a hundred years.
My pictures of memories fade in my head.
But im still crying in bed.
Pull my blanket gently in thight but i still tear it apart.

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