I am blinded by tears.
My hands are stained with blood.
What have I done?
I can't seem to remember what happen last night.
Where has my friend gone?
Now I realize what I've done.
My friend lays on the ground cold.
Who could have done such a thing?
All signs point to me.
I am so sorry I don't know what could have come over me.
Now there's nothing left to live for.
I'm bleeding crimson regret for all I have done.
I pay the ultimate price for my betrayal.
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~Queen of Hate~
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
and remember folks imitation is the sincerest form of flattery