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I'll kill u in my dreams,
I'll rip out your eyes,
Just to hear your helpless cries.
You want me to stick by you,
But I'd be at hells side.
I'm so sick of lifes lousy ride.
You are the sky above me and I'm the land below,
But,baby its all in your mind,
You search me for my weaknesses
And see what you can find.
One day you'll grow some feelings
And realize what you've done,
For you it was enjoyable,
But for me it wasn't fun.

- anonymous