Because your spirit is dead inside of me

by FlowerThatDied   Jun 4, 2005


Don't expect you to be the ruler of my world forever,
You can't control me,
Go get some other puppet,
To move around and toy with then you'll see.

Blood is painted on the wall
I wasted long enough on you,
I wished you would dissappear,
Day by day you took over me too.

Winter passed and you were still on my mind,
And again people had to listen to me wine,
My mind began to play tricks on me,
While you took over all my time.

Something here so pure now,
The blood has been washed away,
Though I'm glad you had to leave,
There was so much I wanted to say,
But one day that time will come,
But not today,

Because your spirit is dead inside of me.

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