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Your Turn To Listen
Theres a banging at the door
But i refuse to let you in
Ive given you so much of me
This time you will not win
Fuck these thoughts and all your lies
Im doing this for me
You won't distort this happiness
I will not let that be
All my life Ive given in
Ive let you have control
The monster I created
By letting you feed off of my soul
But she frightens you, I sense the fear
Your desparation shows
As your grip on me begins to wane
The stronger our bond grows.
Im not running this time
I want this feeling to stay
Maybe Im finally ready
For you to go away
But i refuse to let you in
Ive given you so much of me
This time you will not win
Fuck these thoughts and all your lies
Im doing this for me
You won't distort this happiness
I will not let that be
All my life Ive given in
Ive let you have control
The monster I created
By letting you feed off of my soul
But she frightens you, I sense the fear
Your desparation shows
As your grip on me begins to wane
The stronger our bond grows.
Im not running this time
I want this feeling to stay
Maybe Im finally ready
For you to go away
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