Behind these lies cries deep inside despise hatred love
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Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious,
Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over.
Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom.
Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business.
Beware Diana!Those pieces are really precarious,
Freshly spilt blood still solemnly presiding over.
Her fist is imbrued with potion of freedom.
Hey moron tiles! Better hymn your business.
People promise that dreams can come true
But forget to mention nightmares are dreams too
No matter how much we try
No matter how much we want it
Some stories just don't have happy endings
No one knows that behind these eyes,
lies pain and suffering, deep inside.
For an entire life, terrible cries and filthy lies,
from no one other than the ones I least despise.
