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Where did all my passion go
Will it ever come back, someone's gotta know
Stolen, blood stained roses mark the way to my descent.
I'm on fire with nowhere left to scream
Call me an ambulance, Ive forgoten how to breath
Pain marks mark my chapters.
My own chains shackle me to my own captors
A million screams of agony forcing me to relive every memory.
Did you take it from me? All I ask is part of it back.
But you lost it too? I could have given it all to you.