Do You have room in your home for me?
Is there a spare couch for me to sleep?
I will leave in the morning
I'll lock the door behind me
We don't even have to speak
I think I'd prefer it that way anyways
Why are You trying to make a bride of me?
I have been the nastiest whore
I have given myself to this dead body
My God why do You want anything to do with me?
Can't You see that I cannot be the spearhead You once wanted me to be?
Just wait I'll take that spearhead and pierce Your side
In due time, in due time, in due time
Oh my God why do You say I know not what I do?
Why are You defending me?
I know just what I do
I know how bad I hurt You
It should be me in that fire
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