I turned away from you when you turned away from me. But now you turn to me, looking for answers I don;t have. You keep asking, I try to ignore you. You begin to hurt me, hoping I'll turn around. But I still walk away.
You try to talk to me, using harsh words, hoping I'll get infuryated and turn. But I stay strong and still walk away. I hear your voice, calling me, no, not me. Your talking about me. Now others follow me. Beating me down, holding me down. I watch you, you beat me untill I cannot walk.
You haunt me in my after life. Yes, you killed me inside, I couldn't live with myself. I finished the job. But stil, as I walk these lonley halls, I hear your voice. Right behind me. Haunting me. Killing me all over again.
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