grim blackhart Biography

I stray onto sacred ground
The resting place of souls bygone.
Solace is what I seek,
But there is no solace
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Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
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another look inside my head,
when all my thoughts are left for dead.
my thoughts of life are so musch different.
and are anything cut self-sufficient.
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I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.
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i don't want you to read this,
i dont want you to see...
what exactly it is, that you've done to me...
i'll escape into the dard time.
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