All women have secrets,and here is mine:I'm stuck in a vicious cycle,she loves me -- she loves me not.Flowers bloom on my deathbedfor me to pick petals off ofand mourn the loss of a friend.Dearest, you're here, I know,but you won't be for long.I'll drive you away, I know,and you'll still sing that song,cause pretty girls make their own graves,and I'm your little charmer.
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