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By Nikita Word | |||||||
She Cries for the strangers Who fall at her feet Inside she's an innocent Outside she's fatel But what I've decided to see, Was that she's and innocent to me But what I've decided to see, Was that she's an innocent to me She torments herself about her deeds That she goes to complete each day And now that she's payed her price She is that innocent to me She never really knew who she was They gave her a life that was not hers They claimed that she died in a prison cell But in the end, She died in the prison of her heart In the end she died in her heart. |
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By Nikita Word | |||||||
Eyes glazed over... Lips chapped with passion.. His eyes are decieving, but His heart is where it seems. Torn inside, Fighting She was his soulmate by multitudes She was his being, His every move But he died without her, And he cried about her. But he dies without her. The leaves they fall, floating The child they call, Crying He never understood why she could not do what he could The glass is clear now he sees through, The fog is lifting... she's understood. But he died without her, And he cried about her. He never knew that he loved her... Loved her much. |