Your Fiddle

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Like a thief in the night

You came to take my life

Holding on to your grudges

You drew forth your knife

Her voice inside your head

Clouding all your senses

Blinded by her jealous hate

You let down your defenses

She is the venom of romance

Killing our loves dance

She is the bitter witch

Who never got a second glance

I am now your instrument

Whose music is no longer heard

Will you come to me

Or leave me as I yearn

Drugged by her own tears

She became a wretched soul

Losing her morals

In the lies she told

You know she is evil

Yet you still want my death

When you've killed me

Will it ease all your wrath

Your knife is sharp

Blinding your sight

Though its drawn

You expected a fight

My love, I am worn out

Tired of this mess

You're so determined

No matter what's confessed

Looking deep in my eyes

As I lay before your feet

Stab me my love

Take this fiddles defeat

I no longer will fight

I welcome this pain

For if this is love

I rather be slain

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