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The angst... this sorrow I've kept for years
The love for my lost bewed.
Why you did this to me?
You my sacred life.
Now I'll conceal what the enthralled God left on me.
Now I've secrete my rotten tears.
Now you know I've cried for you.
Somehow I became an outcast, a misfit, a creep.
Why my God?
You knew I still love him
Why my God?
You heard my prays for him
Why my God?
You've clean my tears for him
Now his gone, but he's not dead
Why have you forsaken me?
You knew how I trembled near him.
You are seeing me crying for him.
Why ?,you my lost enchantress.
You are not dead
But for my sanity
I wish you to be.
I'm sorry,
For making you the main character
Of this unrequited love.
But, anyway, you don't had the right
to hurt me that much.