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Well there isn't much to say about myself. |
The black rose of sorrow withers in your hand.
Emptiness can vanish with just one more step...
These unknown wonders fill my mind.
A random thought, kills the soul...
These unknown wonders fill my mind.
A random thought, kills the soul...
The black rose of sorrow withers in your hand.
Emptiness can vanish with just one more step...
Colours change
Like ripples in the water...
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You're the second man who killed me this week. But I've got seven lives left. |
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Make sure to tell the one you love that you do infact love them. |
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I shall paint a picture of you with the blood dripping from my wrist. |