Who said time heals all wounds?
I think it was me before I met you.
You silver chains have slit my wrists,
When I fell in live I never asked for this.
All this time and I still can't see,
How your poisoned mind still poisons me.
The silver chains around your neck
Cut my throat when you turn your back.
I've tried so hard to keep control,
But the thought of you
Keeps tearing at my soul
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