And I! Wouldn't trade this moment for the world
And I! Would do anything for this girl
This little angel, fake wing on her back
I swallow the knives she stabs in my back
The aria of sorrow which is the tempo of our life
Is stuck on repeat - Another sword labeled strife.
I am Great Defender, armour of gold with a vulnerable side
Hapiness can't come out to play, it was last year he died,
I'm not modern shakespear, but my part is great
She calls me a monster when I portray myself a saint
I entrusted you a knife to which my wrists are frail
And felt its' plunge into me, now named betrayl


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||[ This was written in or about August of 2005. I still feel it's incomplete. ]|