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I'm Sorry

I cry the tears of blood
Red, warm, and yet so cold
In my hand I hold a black rose
I bistoe on your grave
It symbolizes the death of my loved one
I fall to my knees
Rain from above
Angels who cry blood and tears
I cry out to the heavens
"Why must you torcher me so!"
In the pain in me grows
I tilt my head
Inside of me wants to say
"I'm sorry and now you're gone."





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