You twist me into knots. I writhe under your death grip Sweet misery engulfs me whole As you tourment my humble soul
You've taken me captive And chained me up in your dungeon I willingly accepted the task Not knowing the strength of your grasp.
I stumble in your presence Intimidated by your beauty When you cast off my armor of hopelessness I'm left with longing emptiness.
Had I known the nature of my undertakings Had I known that you'd burn through me Had I known that answers were elsewhere Who's to say I wouldn't have cared?
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