The Hour of My Death
It is confirmed
I am now just a walking shell
My love spilled out
I'm full of hell
I've tried to keep the faith
I've tried to not write a diatribe
I've tried to hold it all in
And not let you see the pain on the inside
And I'll still try
I won't let you see the pain in me
I won't let you know how much it hurts me
I'll try my best to keep you happy
I'll try and make everything right for you
Because I don't ever want you to feel the pain of what you put me through
And I know it's not your fault
I know you're not to blame
But it will always hurt inside
Until someone can put out the flame
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Last updated 4-3-99