You know how hard it can be, to keep believing in me.
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy and when,
There's nothing more you can do,
I'm gonna blame it on you,
It's not the way I want to be,
I only hope that in the end you will see,
It's the Opheliac in me.
And I only write love songs, to those whom I don't love. I only reach for him, who's tied to someone else's glove.
That which I hold inside, which I admire and deride,
Which I protect and hide, is yours...
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