Look into my eyes
See the darkness in my heart
Look at all the lies
See how they left there mark
I can feel all the hate
running through my veins
Im sick of all that fate
Im sick of all the pain
And if I were to die
No one would see me gone
Life would just fly by
Just waste of an empty pond
Look at what
The center of my hate
The beging of my create
The knowing of no hope
The pain of no cope
The buring of the light
The comfert of the night
The wonder of true love
The death of the white dove
The nothing left in me
I was never ment to be
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