Who said 'time heals all wounds',
I think it was me before I met you,
Your silver chains have slit my wrists,
When I fell in love, I never asked for this.
All this time, and I still can't see,
How your poisoned mind still poisons me.
The silver chains around your neck,
Cut my throat, when you turned your back.
I've tried so hard to keep control,
But the thought of you,
Keeps tearing at my soul.
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