"In the beginning of our story
The future looked so bright.
But the same turned out so evil,
I don't know why I'm so surprised.
Even angels have
Their wicked schemes.
But you take that
To new extremes.
But you'll always be my hero,
Even though you've lost your mind....
Now there's gravel in our voices,
Glasses shattered from the fight.
And this tug of war, you always win,
Even when I'm right.
'Cause you feed my fables
From your hand
With violent words
And empty threats.
And it's sick
That all these battles
Are what keeps my satisfied."
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