This was Co-Written with Tweety37
The rush, the high
That was all that as on my mind
The blissful feeling of being free
Free of the hateful cruelty
But I will never worry about it again
With this knife at my side
And his heart in my hands
All those blows I dealt with
Are the reasons behind his death
I didnt cry behind enemy lines
Because all this time
I was sleeping with the enemy
I didn’t cry, but I did laugh
As fear erupted through my body
I don’t feel safe, I don’t feel free
I still fear that he will once again find me
All the memories I recall
Are still burning inside
He thought he had control of me
He thought he had won
But despite what he thought
He is nevermore
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