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This Little Boy
I wish I was an angle, but I'm just a saddened, lonely boy.
I've lost all my pride and joy,
And had my heart played with like a child's toy.
I'm just a joker playing his fiddle.
Been playing since I was little.
making everything a riddle.
Until the angels sing,
I'll wait out the winter till spring.
Listening to the bells of Hell ring.
A hollowed corpse so full of anger.
the ones I loved left me in danger.
Now they act like I'm a stranger.
Knowing I'll never get the same look,
sending me to Hell was all it took,
to turn me into a crook.
I was always so nice.
But you were colder than ice.
You cut my heart in half with a single slice.
I've lost all my pride and joy,
And had my heart played with like a child's toy.
I'm just a joker playing his fiddle.
Been playing since I was little.
making everything a riddle.
Until the angels sing,
I'll wait out the winter till spring.
Listening to the bells of Hell ring.
A hollowed corpse so full of anger.
the ones I loved left me in danger.
Now they act like I'm a stranger.
Knowing I'll never get the same look,
sending me to Hell was all it took,
to turn me into a crook.
I was always so nice.
But you were colder than ice.
You cut my heart in half with a single slice.
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