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Hurt me as much as you can
Bleed my heart again and again
Make me cry and enjoying the scene
Run my confidence over and over again
Until you thought you have killed my pride
But somehow I raise back
Sneaking behind you, I stab your back
Now you're on the ground, I stab you again
On top of you, I stab your heart
See your blood running through the knife
Hearing your cry, I start to smile
Running deep the knife into your flesh
I laugh enjoying the scene
Begging me to stop, no I won't
Again,
The knife buried into your chest
And now you're not moving
Frozen solid and cold as ice
And so I left the scene
With the knife still buried in your eyes
Bleed my heart again and again
Make me cry and enjoying the scene
Run my confidence over and over again
Until you thought you have killed my pride
But somehow I raise back
Sneaking behind you, I stab your back
Now you're on the ground, I stab you again
On top of you, I stab your heart
See your blood running through the knife
Hearing your cry, I start to smile
Running deep the knife into your flesh
I laugh enjoying the scene
Begging me to stop, no I won't
Again,
The knife buried into your chest
And now you're not moving
Frozen solid and cold as ice
And so I left the scene
With the knife still buried in your eyes
Published 7th Jun 2014
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