I’m
alive, but now I can die.
Take me, I’m alive, never was a girl with a wicked smile,
But everything looks better when the sun goes down,
And now I belong to the night.
You make me want to die.
Take my soul, I’ve had everything,
I’ll never be good enough; you make me want to die,
Everything will burn up into the light, every time I look
into
Your eyes.
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