I live with fear
so I'm never alone.
When you drew near
I should have known
that the price I pay
is the gain you make.
The words you say
are so hard to take.
You call this love?
What you do to me?
When all I dream of
is just to be free.
You call this good?
To always suffer more?
You know what you should,
and I’ve said it before.
Sometimes I wish for a twin,
someone to hold my hand.
She’d see the sin,
she would understand.
It's painful alone,
worse than being beat.
No life of my own,
only true defeat.
Loved you like the others,
and do as you say,
But you’re just another,
to burden the long day.
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