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killer


He was my healer He was in my dreams He was a killer That hit the Drums to my heart beat And my blood pumps harder Thinking my heart would explode I didn't want to care either Because I know it was loaded How can one man be so fearless To capture my giant heart And leaves it's memory fainting I always wanted to hear His voice and it's tremendous height Thinking I would fall of the edges If I haven't built him in my heart He was my sun in the darkness And guarded me jealously With his arm around me Thinking I would slip Not knowing I wanted our meeting Now he took a sharp blade And stabbed my heart And left me full of blame How my dreams halt All because he left my dreams Where I saw my blood dripping
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