wicked
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I'm a wicked person how others described me and my own parents.
I was born evil because I’m envious, selfish, and jealous.
I'm a wicked person how others described me and my own parents.
I was born evil because I’m envious, selfish, and jealous.
Bathed in my warm light
Leaching out degrees, last thing I heard
Was you calling goodbye in flight
Leaving just your memory, dim and blurred
Well, I squeak and I switched when I saw them coming,
They are about to bruise me again,
And they caught up with me,
What have I got to say?
It's a world so cold when you're living with the harsh one,
Rip out the seams
Unravel the thread
Cut open the ties
We'll draw with the red
Scream until sore
And voices are spent
Fall to the floor
And Bleed until dead
