Annabelle Velvet

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She's one of my personas; I guess you can say she's just a shell to hide behind for making my mistakes. I make her life 10x worse than mine only to discover I am just a monster hiding under the bed. Maybe a monster who want to be...loved by a significant other but only seems to hug old blankets and tattered dolls...

loved by a significant other but only seems to hug old blankets and tattered dolls

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((For those who want to read the back i'll write the lyrics after this message))

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight and fate

The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls the number of deaths
The rising of the heights ahead

From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips again

The steady burst of snow is burning my hands,
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I'm walking away
I can't recall your eyes, your face.

Iron-quintet version) woodkid

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