Again and again
Making me cry
When will this end?
This pain just won't die.
Yet I let you in,
You and your blade.
There's still a game to win,
More misery to be made.
Just one more stab
What's it to me?
More wounds to be had,
And I'm afraid to believe,
That I could live on
Without you by my side.
Went to the grave, whereon
To get away from you I tried.
I'm a masochist, I guess
Because I can't leave you,
Or your searing caress.
I don't know what to do.
But I'm sick of this.
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