Loves Tourment
Love has always hurt me in the past,
It leaves me cold and always last.
Love leaves me open to a wounded heart,
and then punctures me with cupids dart.
Blood runs down my broken sole,
Leaves me cold and empty in the devils hole.
I wan't what i can't have alone but free,
Does anyone really wan't to be me?
Scars of the past kill everything i wanted to be,
Does anyone recognize me, Angila Lee?
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