Who said time heals all wounds? I think it was
me before I met you. You silver chains have
slit my wrists, When I fell in live I never
asked for this.
All this time and I still
can't see, How your poisoned mind still
poisons me. The silver chains around your
neck Cut my throat when you turn your
back.
I've tried so hard to keep
control, But the thought of you Keeps
tearing at my soul.
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