I bite into the candied heart
My God, where do I begin-
It started with the man who ruined it all
He tore my family apart;
the beginning of the fall
He took away my innocence,
the man with drunken persistence
He stomps out my flame
A dying candle stuck in the rain
All I had was weak resistence
I can't unhear what I know
He took away our stride
We are left with no spared pride
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