Everyday he cried tears of blood
He could never understand to be one
His brother and him are vampires, so it seems
He lost the girl of his dreams
He weeped and sobbed every night
for his brother to start a fight
He always thought she would come back
until one day he just laughed
his own dreams, didn't matter
and then once, he showed some pride and made them scatter
the sorrowful dreams of his beloved Katherine
and then he screamed for the echoe from a tavern
stefan salvatore was a legend
to his family that was dead
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