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Freeing My Soul, A Work In Progress
Wash the putrid stench of your malice off my free mind
"Why don't you just kill yourself? You'll never amount to anything anyways."
Haunting
Seared into my memory
Every weakness exposed
( He spits in my face )
"Whore!"
"Fucking cunt!"
He gets off on my pain
Yet I will rise
Above & beyond his ill will
And warped sense of humanity
Sever myself from his distorted reality
Rip the scabs off my wounds
I will shed no fucking tears for you
Once you tried to steal my soul
Now I spit in YOUR face with my victory!
No longer can you demolish my sense of self worth
Be the wrist to a rusty blade
As your stain on this world fades away
"Why don't you just kill yourself? You'll never amount to anything anyways."
Haunting
Seared into my memory
Every weakness exposed
( He spits in my face )
"Whore!"
"Fucking cunt!"
He gets off on my pain
Yet I will rise
Above & beyond his ill will
And warped sense of humanity
Sever myself from his distorted reality
Rip the scabs off my wounds
I will shed no fucking tears for you
Once you tried to steal my soul
Now I spit in YOUR face with my victory!
No longer can you demolish my sense of self worth
Be the wrist to a rusty blade
As your stain on this world fades away
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