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It hurts me to see this happen again

She breaks me, this crime is done again

Cause when I sit here, I realized there is no gain

And when I'm a bit numb, I still feel pain

Then I realize, acceptance is just charade



Waking up at 6 and I can't stand to see the clock tick

Going to a place where I'm harmed by heretics

As the cold wind pierces through my face, I'm blessed to be alive

Cause it's foolish to hate when I realize maturity is just a lie

I will be strong, I will be faithful, I will not die



The more immature idiots I meet, the more I grow strong

Cause when you get cold feet, I know I'm strong

And when toy with me, baby you did wrong

And when you feel my happy warm touch...baby you just did wrong



You wonder, how I'm feeling

When I flirt with you, I felt what I was seeing

In the scary path to my warm safe place, all you see is dealing

Now you see me, do you know what I'm feeling?

Cause now you're another reason for my words that are now bleeding

Just another reason why salvation is healing



Your coldness makes me cold

And from what I been told

Your foolishness creates depression

And dealing with this place, causes my dreams to have repression

And when I left, I was bold

And when I'm to myself, my face is bold

Never thought this would have turned out to be so cold



You tell me to go, but you know that I want to stay here with you

Not opposites but the same, but now this embarrassment I must tame

Lights flashing real fast, sweat dripping on the floor

The pain became his queen, I'll walk out straight through that door

Came all the way for nothing

Insane tonight for nothing



Open and enjoy the mystery of reflection, are you willing?

Cold that time, you must feel me now

And it's all the same excuse they give

Cause she'll be with what her heart desires, I will live

You saw in my eyes, that I was drawn

But wicked girl, you led me on

Windy rain that night, there will be dawn

Only apathy and hope remain

These words are my bleating, every opportunity fades away and stays the same