82. You Make Me Die
You turned it upside down.
I feel like I’ve been bought and sold
And then thrown to the ground.
We could have lived in paradise,
You put me into hell.
And when I look into your eyes,
I seem to be in the well,
And water runs into my lungs,
And I can hardly breathe.
I can’t forgive you all you’ve done,
For all this caused my death.
And nothing can be done this time,
My back’s against the wall.
I hear the distant dreary chimes,
It’s clear for whom the bell tolls.
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