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Painful Nights
Basic actions can hurt the worst.
You pull my hair and I feel your true emotions.
You made sure I am alright, but then you took a flight to a new light.
That sounds like nothing, but it's more, believe me.
You put me in a simulator, cage of hell. And then you did an ancient spell.
I remember a scene where I was happy ,alive.
Now it's forever a lonely night.
After that,I put a smile on my face. But I still felt like a disgrace.
I was a fan of your work, then you threw me in mud.
I punished myself everyday. Oh, why can't I just obey?
Throw me in a fire,please. Just like when you abandon broken toys.
Soon I found a myth. You were lying to me, creep.
Now I have a mark on my face. It says, ""Do not kiss this face!"".
My madness had overflown. Oh, just put me in a ton of lava.
This person made me cry louder. I commited suicide by trauma.
I had a fur made of gold. Now I started to rot. I drank vemon,
just to be safe. Oh, it's love I crave. I went to a ball in a dress of trust.
Now it has rotten crust.
A soul craving love is a must. I had a sheet of white paper.
Why did you burn it before i sketched my life on it?
Now I'm trying not to attack. Love is really a lack.
Now my eyes are pure black.
You pull my hair and I feel your true emotions.
You made sure I am alright, but then you took a flight to a new light.
That sounds like nothing, but it's more, believe me.
You put me in a simulator, cage of hell. And then you did an ancient spell.
I remember a scene where I was happy ,alive.
Now it's forever a lonely night.
After that,I put a smile on my face. But I still felt like a disgrace.
I was a fan of your work, then you threw me in mud.
I punished myself everyday. Oh, why can't I just obey?
Throw me in a fire,please. Just like when you abandon broken toys.
Soon I found a myth. You were lying to me, creep.
Now I have a mark on my face. It says, ""Do not kiss this face!"".
My madness had overflown. Oh, just put me in a ton of lava.
This person made me cry louder. I commited suicide by trauma.
I had a fur made of gold. Now I started to rot. I drank vemon,
just to be safe. Oh, it's love I crave. I went to a ball in a dress of trust.
Now it has rotten crust.
A soul craving love is a must. I had a sheet of white paper.
Why did you burn it before i sketched my life on it?
Now I'm trying not to attack. Love is really a lack.
Now my eyes are pure black.
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