Marie Kroldart

Waken up in the deeps of his despairs
Allowing them to convince him that nobody cares
Lowing himself to their final expectations
Keeping up with all of their complications
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I hear that of hers which fills my ears
I feel her pain that of which she kills
I taste her blood in which she does not vain
I touch her skin which is cold as ice in a warm summer's day
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There's a beat that lays inside of me I can't tell where she lies
She watches and ligers there till it's her time to shine
She takes over my body in which I cannot denied
In that I which I have no pleasure to with my body fatal design
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I think I see the wolf in me which she is very accused;
she is lonely and beaten and sometimes abused
She howls to comfort herself as she glares to the moon lite sky
her only best friend is that in which she is denied
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