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SorrowsSuicide
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Profile: dae·monn. (day-mun) 1. An inferior deity, such as a deified hero. 2. An attendant spirit; a genius. 3. A malignant spirit that can seduce, afflict, or possess humans My heart, it bleeds Pierced by your excessive hate for me Your color, it fades It fades until there is no more than whites, blacks, and grays How can this be? (How can this be?) She murdered me She wraps her hands around my throat And laughs as I begin to choke It’s getting harder to breath Tear blur my vision, I can’t see Is this true? How can this be? Is it really true? Did she really murder me? She Murdered Me Your faded grin, it echoes through my head Your taunting voice, it haunts me as I lie in bed You said it was the end of me I said “How can this be?” You said it was the end of me It’s the end of me She wraps her hands around my throat And laughs as I begin to choke It’s getting harder to breath Tear blur my vision, I can’t see Your words pierce my heart like a knife Cutting through my skin, making my life Your eyes cover up your darkened lies You put your hand over my face To muffle my unheard cries How can this be? Is this true? How can this be? I swear it was you You’re killing me Is this true? How can this be? Is it really true? Did she really murder me? She murdered — … ME! You wrapped her hands around my throat And laugh as I begin to choke And you know it’s getting harder for me to breath And my steel grey tears blurred my vision, I couldn’t see You killed me With your deceit My lifeless body lay at your feet And my cries are left unheard They’re left unheard She wraps her hands around my throat And laughs as I begin to choke It’s getting harder to breath Tear blur my vision, I can’t see Is this true? How can this be? Is it true?
Life is full ofSecrets & Lies so when you getScReWeD oVeRdon't be surprised... Disaster strikes again, Just when I thought nothing could get worse. I think I’ve lost another friend, As they drive away the hearse. I see my see world crumble down, Down deep into the cold, hard ground. Six feet under is the name, Counting Caskets is the game.  Layout made by comonculusLikes: LIKES Dislikes: DISLIKES Favorite Music: MUSIC
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