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I don't feel your arms

I don't feel your skin

I want you to tak emy chin

And look me in the eye

I was once the raven

Dark, alluring and free

Now my words have little passion

It's all used up on you



You have nothing to give

nothing to offer

Like I'm a Queen

up on her crown

but I cant cast my mind

it runs wild across your lips

and figertips

Destiny was made to kill the children fill of love

Because nothing turns out the way it's spose to be

And I'm left hurting.