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Vampyre Angel (One, Two, Three)

One,
it’s a moment in time,
it’s the love of my life.
It’s the number of lies,
to end it in strife.

Does this get any easier,
it is driving me insane.
Would it let you rest in peace,
if I let you know the blame.

You act like you don’t know what’s wrong,
don’t know the source of all this pain.
Maybe I’m just losing control,
which is the price to play this game.

Two,
are the times I asked,
for you to tell the truth.
The number of people which it took,
to break my heart in two.

Do you think that I hate you,
or do you feel betrayed?
Were you thinking about me at all,
while in bed you two laid?

Love feeds this temper,
and with my blood I have paid.
I hope you enjoyed
all the love that he made.

Three,
chances to tell the truth,
in this year of guilt.
Now three fold they’ll give to you,
all the pain I’ve felt.

What will make this better,
what can end the throbbing in my head?
I never knew you could hurt like this,
and leave my heart for dead.

I’m sorry you can’t trust me,
to know who has lain in your bed.
I’m sorry that I can’t hate you,
and where our path has lead.



Take me home