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Stop haunting me with your face

Never again will I lay in disgrace

And through it all I still can’t hate

Not even as a little girl, only eight

Even if it was my life that got taken away

I’m slightly disgruntled, but I’ll be okay

I’ve been screaming for the help of an angel

And it’s your hands that begin to strangle

My skin’s still burning, so tender and raw

But I’ll just save myself at the end of it all