Come on you old bastard, look you came again
You think you'll hide your self in darkness, but I can clearly see your ugly face
You scoundrel, why do you always love killing my dreamz
Is it my pain you enjoy d most, or is it my agony
Why do you love to see me trampled over
What have i done to you that makes you so cruel to me
You know i would never budge in front of you
I would never do what you want me to do
Even if the guilt kills me, i am ready to face it
But the sins i have committed, i would never erase it
I know the purpose you came for, but this time you'd go empty handed
Ill not let you tear my soul and leave me stripped and stranded
Go away, leave me alone and numb
I am just happy reaping the dead memories
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