you like to think that i am weak,
like every time you slap me on my cheeks.
you stitch my mouth with a string,
with the huge needle pierced on my skin.
i can't do a thing, even a shout
'cause string is stitched into my mouth.
you made a wound and a small tear,
that made the blood flow through my ear.
you sliced and cut my finger
then stab my skull and chop my liver.
my heart is bleeding because of you,
brings me to hell like the way you do.
there's nothing i could do, but to cry
and you watched me right until i die ..
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