who were you for that year
and were his hands tired
from all the tearing apart he did?
I alone can see the worst mirror, and your hands are on my throat in it
all I do is love her
and I'll never be able to show her again
because of you
my chest has sunk so low
with all that you ruined I'll never talk to you again
I hate you
you took her away from me
oh vicious regret, take your foot off of my neck
what's the point in rebuilding if
only one will live in this castle now
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