Blonde and beautiful,
I want to tear this doe to shreds.
She says I am a good person,
And only distance prevents our love.
She says I am a good person...
If only she knew the things I'd do;
The hearts I'd break if they were mine.
I fear there is a Hyde inside,
And Jekyll has died.
Leaving a blackened remnant behind.
I want to fu-... say words that poemhunter will edit,
And dig my nails into her love so fierce she'd regret it.
So I push her away,
To keep her safe and alive.
Alone and fearful of myself I'm left to writhe.
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