Feeling the blade
So cold
Yet so warm
Her face starts to fade
She can't touch him here
The blood starts to drain
He's shed his last tear
There's no more pain
She may ask why
But she can't understand
Just let him die
And leave this hateful land
His feelings of hate were just too deep
This is his only escape
5:33 am, her alarm clock will beep
She'll hear his goodmorning recorded on a tape
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