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Doll of Death I stand over your body, and weep. I have no shame about crying. It would be of no use if I did. Looking at you startles ..

Empty I sit here, looking around, this empty room It seems appropriate, under the circumstances I feel as though my life has been drained..

Evil His life has been taken over By the demons in his soul Each day is a struggle, for control He sits on a stool, at the bar A be..

Goodbye How can I begin to tell you? How can I think you already know? Are you really looking at me? Do you want me to know? It see..

Grandma My grandma was the most wonderful woman And I was her favorite grandchild She used to sit at the kitchen table And listen to m..

Him He was there, and I knew him And he didn’t care, that I used him I told him that I loved you And he said he’d never te..

How Could You? How could you do this to me? How could you touch someone else? How could you make love to someone else? Didn't you thin..

I Do The day I said, "I do" was a special day for me I looked into the eyes of the man I loved, especially When he looked back into mine,..

I Used To I used to love to look through the window And watch all the children play I used to sit and talk with my friends And hear ab..

I Want You I want you to want me, need me, long for me I want you to stop breathing when I leave the room I want you to tell me you love ..