The lie inside her head
brings death into my hand.
Must overhaul myself killing her instead of them.
Red wine flowing from her veins,
but it's me who looks so dead.
I've been deafened by my breath
while my cholera remains.
I wanna hear you cry
and lying on the floor.
Just don't forget your lie,
now you look like my doll.
Don't let him hear you cry,
he was your only lie.
Making him by the dust,
doesn't deserve to live,
we should to give them war
to make them implore.
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