Look at this knife in my heart,
Can you feel it stabbing yours?
Are you writhing like I am?
Are you able to feel my pain?
I took this blow for you,
And this is how you repay me:
Leaving me to die here,
While I still scream your name?
Once you feel my pain,
You'll wished you saved me,
And if I do die here and now,
I swear I'll make you feel what I do.
A spectre following you,
Haunting you every waking moment,
Putting this knife in my heart in your back,
And watching you die like I have...
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