I'm my enermy,
I'm my friend.
Since my birth,
I've been no ordinary.
A spiritual, magical being,
With deep, heavy calvary.
When I cry, the world drops dead
When I smile, they all rise again... All in my head.
Where I'm from, the sky turns blue at day_ At night it's red
I cry to this and the world drops dead.
You betwitched me to smile instead,
Feeding me with dried, old bread.
You're worse than me... You're an enermy inside my head.
An Angel ascends from heaven,
Your spells fade: I cried aloud and you all drop dead.
It was an Angel I admired,
'He must be from heaven' I smiled again and an a blink of an eye, you all came alive.
True happiness comes from one's heart.
Not like the witching charms you've made.
I and the Angel fell in love,
Until one day, he left my bed.
I cried so hard, and all the world drops dead.
I think I made you up, inside my head.
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Okay, I also wrote this from what if's. I hope it makes sense writing it like a story_ inside my head.
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