THE DEATH WAS JUST A FAIRYTALE.
You will never hear me say it; it will never leave these blue lips
So go ahead and blame it all on me, use your words to cut my skin
Use your glares to tear my soul in pieces
It’s the same old blood stained halo upon thy crown
Trying so very hard to find your place in her diary
What is it you want me to write in my
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