You were the dagger to my heart.
It sunk deep and it hurt real bad.
I thought you meant well.
But it was all but a simple illusion.
You took the part that counted the most.
Burnt it into Ash and made it your host.
You just had to lie and I paid the cost.
I became your puppet and that you owned.
Even as we are,
I'm still in pieces.
Still trying to replace you.
You meant a lot to this poor soul.
I can never replace an original.
But I have to, to make me happy.
I have to find peace in this undying pain
I need a comforter even if it kills me.
Because you did more harm than good.
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