Hell fire come,
But its my choice you know
You see what you warp
I control it this time
You told him its over
You lied to My love
A young man
Who cares to much to hurt me
Cares more about me
Your fiction is your truth
And how isn't it your bliss?
You make your world
Why not make what you want of yours?
Why mess with mine
I will make my bliss
because
My sweet
I've earned it
and
I want it!
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