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My life isn't the best
My soul has been stolen
By those who protest
Protests of my alleged life
But they can't see the real me
Though I wish they could
So someone would understand me
Yet no one does
Can they see my life isn't great?
How much I wish to die
How little I care for my betrothed mate
They only see my good life
Until the night I met the bliss
The one who saved me
From the depths of the black abyss
The only one who cared
Now I live life heads up
And though my love is dead
I'll never give up
My soul again