Here I'm writing with the ink of sorrow,
Drawing letters on pages from hope,
telling you the truth its hard to swallow,
as I'm holding into your robe!
I didn't expect to be struck with an arrow,
poisoned with lies as I stand in the shadow,
If I only could heal my wounds and follow,
But some ppl are deep, and some are shallow...
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