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I'm living a lie,
I say, as I stifle a cry.
I'm odious, shining red.
Now everyone has fled,
my mother and my father,
my sister and my brother,
know I'm nothing more.
Nevermore...
Nevermore...
Soul knocks upon hells door.
Clip my wings,
bells no longer ring.
The happiness is gone,
from my heart and from my soul.
This burden takes its tole,
I carry 1000 pounds upon my shoulders.
Guilt and lies,
secrets and cries,
thoughts and words,
they make up my curse.
I'm a slave to the anger,
the depression,
the addiction...
And I'm left alone again,
in the nostalgia of the dark,
I sing a solemn remark,
to remind me of the past
with this verse, my spell to cast.
"Singing la la la in my pretty little head,
and it all goes away till I'm flying of the edge.
And I fall fall fall to the dark and scary ground,
and I dream once again to the pattern I have found."
A nursery rhyme,
that speaks of a crime.
Of a girl who is dead,
of a family that left.
It speaks of a life,
the life of a girl,
the girl that means life.
Yet she caused so much strife,
that inflicted so much pain,
who betrayed her own name.
And ran far away,
from us all...
