You can cry because you hurt me,
or hurt because you made me cry .
You can look into my eyes and tell me that you love me,
and you miss me, and you need for me to ride.
I'll laugh and say"you tried",
but never will you get another chance to kill my pride.
So I take what's left of me and I lay it by your side,
so when my life begins to slide...
I can reach inside of you and take your soul,
To watch die!
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