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« The drugs begin to peak, a smile of joy arrives in me, but sedation changes to panic and nausea, and breath starts to shorten, and heartbeats pound softer. You won't try to save me, you just want to hurt me, and leave me desperate. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had, I can't forget, the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. You won't leave me alone, chisel my heart out of stone, I give in everytime. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had, I can't forget, the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. I bet you laugh, at the thought of me thinking for myself, myself, I bet you believe, bet you belive, that I'm better off with you then someone else. Your face arrives again, all hope I had become surreal, but under your covers, more torture than pleasure, and just past your lips, there's more anger than laughter, not now or forever will I ever change you. I know that to go on I'll break you, my habit. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had. I can't forget, the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. I will save myself. »
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« The drugs begin to peak, a smile of joy arrives in me, but sedation changes to panic and nausea, and breath starts to shorten, and heartbeats pound softer. You won't try to save me, you just want to hurt me, and leave me desperate. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had, I can't forget, the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. You won't leave me alone, chisel my heart out of stone, I give in everytime. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had, I can't forget, the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. I bet you laugh, at the thought of me thinking for myself, myself, I bet you believe, bet you belive, that I'm better off with you then someone else. Your face arrives again, all hope I had become surreal, but under your covers, more torture than pleasure, and just past your lips, there's more anger than laughter, not now or forever will I ever change you. I know that to go on I'll break you, my habit. You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had. I can't forget, the times that I was lost and depressed from the awful truth. How do you do it? You're my heroine. I will save myself. »
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