Here I am again, I never got rid of my disease, it seems my love was just meant to keep me insane, but I'm wicced to the core. I got your love.
I've never been to the edge, always been over, everyday is the same, trying to put these pieces together, the more I live, the smaller the pieces get, it seems my love, was meant to be broken, but I'm wicced to the core. I got your love, open wide.
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