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This girl you see is nothing to who I see.
A cold girl with nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
With the cold heart with a ice cold key.
Your heart blood to her is nothing but a stain

Would you see the darkness on the outside or in?
Can you separate prayer from sin?
Not many can with this perfectly crafted mask.
Drinking from the love rusted flask

This thief of the heart is hurting herself day by day.
Knowing deep inside she wished the feeling would stay.
But things change and people fade
Love does fair and hardly ever stayed.

Do you wish for her to wait upon this tombstone?
Dawn and dusk till all is gone except the bone?
Not she, she waits for no one.
For what is done is done.