I prepare to hate your well known way
and I know tonight you will deal the blow
to my innocent and fragile soul
Aware that it will hit me hard
I take a step outside my heart
but as old habits die even harder
I have to follow your winding road farther
Your enchanting disguise changes all my rules
so I don't care to go down frail and cruel
Your wild run's greatest thrill
is to hurt and not to kill
and yet to have the prize of the night
which for just a minute will make me feel right
From the last dance to the first kiss
your touch will be my bliss
though you're nothing but a false friend
who betrays me for nothing in the end
Oh how I wish I could finally stop
this ever-returning suicide by cop
-Ich-
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