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The Killing of Me
I opened myself up,
Knowing all the risks
No one has or shall ever
Make me feel quite like this
Never have I felt so much in love
Something that I have always wished
My emotions are still raw and
hurt
After being destroyed, not long ago
Little things that are said or written
My mind reacts wrong to them
I know I feel the knife cutting deep inside me
I guard myself against both friend and foe
Once the balance is disturbed
I feel so out of control, so very scared
Are you unable to love again?
We have both come so far, taking time to dare
Both looking for that reason for living
Someone to love equally, someone
who cares
I hurt so badly right now, the pain grows ever worse
Sadness closes in, it's hard to fight the tears
Alone and with no one to talk to, or willing to help
The battle inside continues, to push back the fears
Killing me a little more each time, I am not dream
All I want is to love you for the rest of our years
Phoenix
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