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Pointed at my temple
Ready to take away the pain It would be so simple Only if I were a little more insane I would not have tears To drown the color from my eyes No more terrible fears No more hearing my own cries You are cold and heavy in my hand Yet so warm in my mind Ready to take a stand Ready to take away the torture of my mine Parts of my life are scattered No dreams have come true My heart is so shattered Why not leave it all to you You are steel and lead Your actions are my will Remembering what she said May help us make the kill
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