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House on Top of a Hill
I dug out the knife you embedded so deep
Stood to my own two feet
Only to find myself running
Far, far away
I found a little place on top of a hill
Where secrets fly safely
Nobody knows
I locked the door
Threw out the key
But its strange that my trash is your treasure
I tried to forget
Your memories are worthless trash to me
Although I still cry
You are my worst enemy
But my strongest weakness
I am the best kept secret
Because you will never see
The emotions that plague me
In this delightful, magical house on top of a hill
You are dead to me
Neverless I am so unhappy
Without my best friend.
