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I hope I didn't punish you in the name of some
those whip and chain instructions be written for me
I told you of my limits, the lines you crossing
but you tried not to care for those anyway

And I've falling back on old ways
just to it through my day

And the self I once esteemed is weaker than dreams
These fantasies and memories of things you can't
I told you of my limits, the limits I kept
they me look so poor when I need you so badly

I did see you on my last visit.
I dropped off the the laws we have broken
I couldn't what's tragic. Tragedy is fire
I said I'll take you in parts, well part of me is a

And the and the ties I placed in the summons
You saw right through those and chain lies
The strings made of leather, the metal in my
Now you've what I can be in the worst kind of way

And now that seen the worst that I can become
Do you abhor the I deal with?
He doesn't hate you. He quite well of you;
He confessed emptiness; I think he still you

And there are parts of you he'd love to take him to his grave
Does turn you off?
And there are parts of you love to come to terms with for
years to
Does turn you on?
that turn you on his working in vain, all of his working in pain
In his armor of
In which he is rotting in, you see, he can't be subtle

I never of innocence. I never laughed at your pain
I knew all along you needed to do.
You took care of business. You marched my limits.
Now I love your in a militant way.

I spoke to your father, he never you
He didn't satisfy me, I saw right him
I couldn't take what's tragic. Tragedy is
I said take you in parts, well part of me is a liar

And there's parts of you I'd love to take with me to my
Does turn you off?
and parts of you I'd love to come to terms with for years to come
Tell me, "Does that you on?"
Does that turn you on my working in vain, all my in pain,
in my of pain
For I am rotting in, see I can't be subtle, anymore
Can I turn you on with working in vain with my working in pain
In my armor of
For which I am rotting in, see I be subtle any more.