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I need to transform this

give way to something pure

I need to admit the truth

to find the one who's true

these things in life are hard

tedious denouements

but in my strength I find

a way to make it right

I lost so many things

I felt the pain you breed

I cried through sleepless nights

I can't do that anymore.....

anymore...

no more indemnities

I found a better way

I will be better now (reduce this quaint decay)

no more surprise defeats

no more acts of need

I will feel new again (that new growth in me)



[I will not let you get rid of me

you are a slave to my disease

you are so much weaker than my weapons...



you can't shake me

you can't fade me

you can't deny me

you can't resist

you can't save yourself

you can't live without

you can't get rid of me...]



I am so much stronger than your petty slavery

I am not a puppet of your disease

your lies are but a mockery



you will not exist I will be pure

you can't crack the strength of a martyr

I will not give in I will conquer

the state of decay my life is under

I will now resist and push forward

destroy you accursed and abhorred

my persistence will kill your disease



[remember the pure love

remember the feeling

remember what you need

remember desire

remember true strength

remember happiness

please don't deny

your love will save us



and I see you slipping falling into my arms

and I feel you gripping onto that want and need

and I know your reaching out to be comforted and pacified

I am your loving hand let me remain you need me]



I need a way out of this pit

of desparity and weakness (I must survive)

I need a way out of this pit

your beligerent sickness (I will survive)

I need a way out of this pit

your innefectual tricks (I must arise)

I need a way out of this shit

your dagger teeth and talon grip (I shall arise)



(and here in the end I find it all

the sight to see through

the strength to say goodbye

the will to die to you

and carry on)