Ah my love, you know so well
The pains that send me straight to hell
And once arrived you sweetly swear
You weren't the one that sent me there
You lie, control, manipulate
As upon your love I sadly wait
You think my love, I'll never leave
No matter how you make me grieve
But there's one thing that you should know
I'd rather leave than die this slow
© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene
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