Caves
You left me here in this cold, dark cave
All I see is evil creatures mocking me
They don't understand me like you
But the demonds got the best of you, didn't they?
They kept telling you to do evil and so you did because the voices made you crazy
They told you lies about me and made me seem like I was the wrong one
You gave into them
You let them take me to these caves
They drug me here scraping me knees tell they were bloody
They knew I knew that they were up to no good
But you were to innocent to know, weren't you?
I should have warned you
I should have protected you
But they took you from me because they knew what you meant to me
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