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You changed me for the worse

I got too used to fighting

Too used to self-defending

Now I live my life with my armour

Half-on and Half-off

Blood dripping down the side of my face

Wiping my brow walking from the battle field

Like a soilder coming home from war

Over and over and over,

I just don't take it anymore.

You changed my soul in two ways

In the first, you softened it to the sweetest of gaze

in the second you shut it off,

And locked it, and threw away the key.

You turned my heart into a machine.