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There is a place in my head were I am safe, I hide there often. But sometimes even there it scares the hell out me.

NEVER AN ANGEL, SEE HOW SHE WAITS,
LIVES BETWEEN LINES, LOVES ALL SHE HATES,

CAUGHT IN A STORM, AS IT SLOWLY MOVES IN,
LOST TO THE DARKNESS, LIVING TOO WIN.

HER COST GOES UNWRITTEN, STILL NOBODY SEES,
THIS ANGEL IS LOST, AND LONGS TO BE FREE.

HER HANDS DIPPED IN BLOOD, HER LIFE SO REFRAINED,
HER HEART IN HER WORDS, LIKE BLOOD IN HER VEINS.

NEVER SO LOST, NEVER SET FREE,
NEVER TO FEEL, WHAT SHE REALLY SEES.

HER MEMORIES INSIDE HER, SHE STILL FIGHTS THEM ALL,
TO FIGHT THOSE DEMONS, THAT WOULD SURLY KILL US ALL.

LOVE HER OR DAMN HER, A CURSE TO HER LIFE,
TO WALK SO ALONE, AT THE EDGE OF A KNIFE.

NEVER AN ANGEL, NOR DEVIL YOU’LL BE,
YOU’LL LIVE THROUGH US ALL, THE WORDS SET US FREE.
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