of tears that won't dry,
and a soul that still bleeds,
what is there left to love about me?
of wounds that run deep
and secrets i still keep,
your memory still haunts me
in every moment of my sleep.
to live or to die,
neither do i choose
so i shall live in your memories,
like the dead always do.
and a soul that still bleeds,
what is there left to love about me?
of wounds that run deep
and secrets i still keep,
your memory still haunts me
in every moment of my sleep.
to live or to die,
neither do i choose
so i shall live in your memories,
like the dead always do.

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