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Words said with pain and anger venom drippin from your tongues dagger
I try to block and shield
But my fates already signed and sealed
I jus suffer under the cold steel shackled by my heart and mind struggling forwards as I fall behind
I've lost my sight for the last time
Once again I see love is blind
I try to open it's eyes
But no matter how many of the hearts crimes
It still aint torn us apart
Been us against the world from the start
Stuck stumblin in the dark
I go to strike stones for a spark
But instead of light I make fire
Burns awah love and desire
Brings out your deadly anger
All of a sudden your a stranger
I jus don't kow who you are
Even tho we've come so far
We still fall short
It seems our ships already left port
Cuz pain is still pain no matter the sort
We hurt like hell
My heads ringing like a bell
Guess I shoulda left the door open
To the chances of me bein a good husband
Guess I shouldn'ta slammed it shut
Tryin to cover up wat is just a mere cut
But ask for me tomorrow and find me a grave man
Would not bow so I die where I stand
Took the ring off of deaths hand
Now I'm tryin to figure my master plan
I try to block and shield
But my fates already signed and sealed
I jus suffer under the cold steel shackled by my heart and mind struggling forwards as I fall behind
I've lost my sight for the last time
Once again I see love is blind
I try to open it's eyes
But no matter how many of the hearts crimes
It still aint torn us apart
Been us against the world from the start
Stuck stumblin in the dark
I go to strike stones for a spark
But instead of light I make fire
Burns awah love and desire
Brings out your deadly anger
All of a sudden your a stranger
I jus don't kow who you are
Even tho we've come so far
We still fall short
It seems our ships already left port
Cuz pain is still pain no matter the sort
We hurt like hell
My heads ringing like a bell
Guess I shoulda left the door open
To the chances of me bein a good husband
Guess I shouldn'ta slammed it shut
Tryin to cover up wat is just a mere cut
But ask for me tomorrow and find me a grave man
Would not bow so I die where I stand
Took the ring off of deaths hand
Now I'm tryin to figure my master plan
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