constantly... begging for your forgiveness, i have done nothing wrong.
my emotions laid out for you to see, left vulnerable to your voice.
wondering if you'll ever hear my call in my time of desperation.
no more false love. take it away from me.
the blood has been drawn from my throat. i lie speechless to your voice.
to you; i'm nothing.
with you; i'm dying.
i'll find salvation in your absence.
on my knees, arms extended.
speechless, helpless to your voice.
i'd rather die than be with you.
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