Backlash with words like hot iron rods.
Stamped to the flesh, never to be forgotten.
Its not funny anymore when he says these things out of the blue.
The smell of defeat, trickling blood, from the fight.
Stamped to the flesh, never to be forgotten.
Its not funny anymore when he says these things out of the blue.
The smell of defeat, trickling blood, from the fight.
I am tired. Of this uncertainty.
You have changed, into a monster that I must love.
For I have promised you and my word I shall keep.
Why o belittled cockroach of mine. Did you have to stab me this way.
I'm sorry I ran, into the darkness.
Away.
Away from you, and your cold nest.
Why o belittled cockroach of mine. Did you have to stab me this way.
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Angry words should never be met with an angry mind. You sort of get a nuclear explosion. And the bus stand already has enough combustion chambers in action.




