What is my worth?
My dear it is none
All the misery I put forth
Away from me you should run
What is my problem?
It is you
Where my gloom does stem
You’ve made my heart blue.
Why this rope?
To end my pain
To give me hope
That my pure blood will not stain.
As I sway draped in darkness,
My soul drowns in the dark abyss.
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