Bitter tears
On my lips
I still can remember the feeling
Of your arms around my hips
Cold blade
In my skin
I used to think
Good would always win
Hot blood
Down my arm
I thought you said
You would never cause me harm. . .
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Bitter tears
On my lips
I still can remember the feeling
Of your arms around my hips
Cold blade
In my skin
I used to think
Good would always win
Hot blood
Down my arm
I thought you said
You would never cause me harm. . .