Remember Me?
Sketching night and day,In a booklet made of blood.
You try to mask the pain,
Still it comes out like a flood.
Don't cover up your sad face.
It's pleasing me to look.
The agony you've sent me.
Is written like a book.
So keep drawing your figures.
They tell all of your lies.
Although you keep your secrets,
Your drawing's truths shines in their eyes.
If you thought it was over.
If you thought I was dead.
It hurt to be hurt by you,
So now I'll hurt you instead.
And now you're feeling guilty.
About the wrong you've done.
Apologizing doesn't help much.
The torture's just begun.
So keep drawing your figures.
And you'll always think of me,
Because I'll always be here.
A nightmare, and a memory.
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