My wounds are slowly healing, might say they're getting better
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But they'll never close, my scars will be my traps
Blasting open gates of nightmare whenever heaven goes away
My first love taught me of Lie and Mockery
What would this second love twist inside me?
If only i could hate you, if only I could blame you...
I'd cry on your shoulder, if I wasn't caught in this web
With escape so far away...
Is love really helpless? Would I ever find what I'm searching for
If only for three days before I die?