The house's yours
Time to kill the mother, the father and the child
Time to be the mother,and find a father to my child
Time to kill the girl, if she hasn't yet died
Time to find what really matters, romance, yes
Notwithstanding filled with love, that's a bless
Enough of tortures, the house is yours
You don't say it, but your acts scream so
Time to stop slamming the old doors
Should already have learnt my lesson though
Sorrowful eyes, hunch back, mellow disturbing song
The unbearable instinct to loose my venom tongue
If freedom is a matter of spirit, why do I feel trapped?
I've all my members, brains, cells and yet, i'm cripppled
Crippled to be the person I know I can be
The world is always a few miles away
Will I ever reach my final destination?
For how long will I have to pay?
Can't get rid of this lousy sensation
A hundred and one years gone
Turning and watching life going by
Feeling sick to the tired bone
Time to the last dance of goodbye
Subject: More stuff I wrote lol 
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