Pretty Lady
Hello fine Lady
Will you be my wife
I feel like
I have no purpose in Life
It matters not what I like
A matter of internal Strife
They grip my shoulders tight
Stabbing deep does the knife
But little do I feel of pain
Do not hide and cannot cry
Red my hands does the blood stain
Such a empty goodbye
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