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For my heart your hatred thrives, I wish you could save me form these piercing knives...
But that is just a fantasy, for you hate my life, oh how i wish you loved me please save me from this strife...
Your love is like a rainbow, that comes and goes like rain...
Oh how I look for colors, that symbolize my pain...
What have I done to you, to make you hate me so?
To death I will wake, on the floor I now lay low...
This pure red blade that I have stained, has dropped and made you cry...
I thought you hated me but that was all a lie...
Now I lie here dying, laying by your side....
I wish you were not crying, and I wish I had not died...