Why must I cry for you?
Why must I waste my tears on you?
And when I put the knife to my chest
Why did I not choose to die?
I asked for your love
And you gave me your scorn
I wanted to leave you many times
But in your skin I stuck like a thorn
So instead I wasted away
Knowing that I had not the strength to stay
To be bound by mortal earth
And when you finally realized I was there
It was because at yourself you did stare
And in the end all you heard was
Echo
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