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I'm near yet again to the pit of endless pain
And as the ghosts of my heart drains the life out of me There they are laughing at me with their cold-blooded faces It must have been so bad for them to live with me Every one of them killing me in there own way Yeah they must be having fun Lost in there own joys None of them really know what they made me do I have been wrong there is no love in them But now it's to late All they are ghosts to me The ones I m terribly hanging to The shreds of hope That are no more for me now Don't get worried my GHOSTS The time is coming soon That time when you would be free from this The terrible pain to be with me As I am yet near again to the pit The pit from there is no answer of coming back So I bid farewell to you all My ghosts all that is left now Your memories imprinted over my heart
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