That Devil Tongue
Those Lies You Fed Me
That Prize Winning Smile
I Had The Illusion In My Head
White Picket Fence
Stepford Dreams
One Arguement
One Little Fight
Led To A Push
There Went The Happy Home
The Cute Little Rose Garden
With Every Bruise
With Every Tear I Shed
That Prize Winning Smile
Turned Into A Sadistic Grin
With One Last Night
That Fight Led To My Brokenness
That Hospital Bed
Felt So Cold
I Was Distant From Reality
Will It Ever come Back
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