Every passing day,
My heart has another weight put on it.
I know who I serve.
And trying to
(break free)
leave is impossible.
Slay myself?
Heh, tried that, I'm here now, aren't I?
I don't know why he doesn't let me die,
He knows I'm 'happy'.
He enjoys my poisenous tears,,
And my childish fears.
But he deosn't know,
He's next.
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