The pain deep in your face, is torture to my eyes. it's happiness to the demons as they dance on by I'm alone with them two Silence leads disgrace as they tear my heart and torture my soul After all these things I did for you I wish I could just, Fix myself, and never have given birth to my two partners.
Reason for writing:
break up with girlfriend
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