I am so done with this,
your stupid mask and ever changing moods.
First your Jeykll,
Then your Hyde.
Did you find a magic solution,
that makes it okay to hurt me day after day after day?
Did you find a magic spell,
that rips out my heart without delay?
First your Jeykll,
Then your Hyde.
How am I always the bad guy when I try to speak?
Why am I the scapegoat,
the unidentifed freak?
What is your motive,
'cuz I know all your tones.
Where is your consious,
'cuz I have my own.
Go away,
and leave me be,
oh, wait, you already tried that and failed,
you ripped my mother's life apart,
and now me,
who will next fall in your tormenting catorgery.
First your Jekyll,
Then your Hyde.
Go and die,
Please go away.
Drink your potion,
and sleep,
never waking,
just sleep,
until you are dead and gone,
like my hope and love.
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