Obsessed, sniff you out, I'm a hound.
Queen of distrust, I am crowned.
My heart -broken- in a mound.
Crawling up through the ground.
My soul, heading strait down.
Off a cliff without a sound.
When no one's around.
I'll never be found.
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| -End Time- Obsessed, sniff you out, I'm a hound. Queen of distrust, I am crowned. My heart -broken- in a mound. Crawling up through the ground. My soul, heading strait down. Off a cliff without a sound. When no one's around. I'll never be found. |
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