Of all the things I did

Of all the mistakes I could make

Of all the things that aren’t ideal

Is me letting you walk away

The doubts that exist in my mind

If they were stones

They would build an empire

The ache that plagues my heart

It’s enough to keep me awake at night

The fear that plagues my sleep

The evil that haunts my dreams

The sickness won’t let me hold on

All is hope

None is relief

The worst is eternal damnation

The best of it is love

But no belief

And all that can happen be death

The guilt is a blessing

The hatred is a friend

The sadness is a lifestyle

And the heartache is the norm.

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