If love would be a person
It would run from me
And as a fool
I follow it
I run and run
Until my heart is broken
And my muscles are dead
My love has vanished
And stolen by others
And all that's left is an empty shell
Of what used to be me
And I'm blind
And deaf
For all the things that have died inside of me
My only hope
Is that even if I'm gone
Atleast my young
And precious love
Is not for sale
That love will be strong and happy
And not a quest
So that he won't have to run from me
As I may be bad
But please give me some of your love
Share some of the love you stole
So I may love
As a woman and not a monster
So that I can find true happiness
Back inside my soul
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All The Truth And Nothing More, Your Honor
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