when my emerald eyes bleed black, i turn left
towards the light i dash, you cannot see that
love is fickle, yours feels like petty theft
just a little mouse caught by a stray cat
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i try to conform but my hands are stained
black is all i see please just go away
your light glows so bright tell me is it feigned
i see ravens when you see doves streaked gray
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our love is something out of fiction babe
two opposites attract is this real life
you showed me how to finally escape
i still cannot believe that i'm your wife
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lover boy, you taught this heart to grow
without you here, there'd be no me to know
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Courtney Ann
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