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Sometimes, it's hard to admit your wrongs,
Only if I could go back into time,
Only if I had my head straight from the beginning,
Only if,
I've drowned you in the ocean of pains,
It's your turn, to reimburse the pains,
It's your turn, to play my sick-minded games,
It'syour turn, to have your fun,
Slowly cut my fingers off, and then chop my toes,
Grab a dull knife, and cut my arms off,
Then grab that knife and castrate me,
And when you're done, spit on me and walk away,
Let me decay to nothing,
Let these endless pains melt away,
Let my blood run,
Set my soul free,
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