It turns to souls, as it thirsts for gore
It is so soft, no one else can hear,
yet loud, I cannot help but give in.
Who knew that I would end up like this?
The good girl growing up lost in a maze
its a haze
I am in a daze.
I have enjoyed mysteries
I feel all your miseries
My voice is soft, no one else can hear,
yet loud, you cannot help but give in.
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