And now I'm happy willing to die but still fond of my life this is a symbol for taking up my cross I had such confidence in myself that day This is art of war I'll undoubtely be burned alive failure makes things seem stupid That is what I have come to watch your heart being torn Without staying to look behind I'm a scoundrel ain't I? Sucking your life blood you shall live eternally In my heart I say.
It was the wound to my pride that made me fall ill I was upon the point of killing myself a time I like to suffer that's my role you say I'm going to run away I'm going to run away
On Catholic Sunday
Watching my heart being torn yes I wanted your tears Watching you all the night I'm running home now Your eyes will follow me to the end of earth Among the ruins engaged at seeing my own blood flow I'm not able to control my mind Have been getting too full of bile as most people do their first love Collection of false maxims and dull commonplace time has come to unravel the know A clean break I thought you had died Is there really to find such strength in your will to live that life Despite your melancholic eyes there's something wrong inside oh what a vile
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