Cut short, breathing hard
I can not see the bloodstained cards
that God has delt me
and I only want to fold
Hate, Grief;
it all leads up to my defeat
Rage, Lies;
it all comes out in my demise
I can not win, I'm destined to fail
and to destroy this life so frail
how can you say you love me
when I hold these monsers within?
Am I so selfish
that I'd destroy your life on a self-serving whim?
Are you sure
you want to risk it?
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