decapitate my head.
do it with a sharp blade.
for he to be so kind.
yet he is still blind.
hang me naked.
leave me stranded.
for she to be so kind.
yet he is still blind.
ride me like a bicycle.
oh, it's not a chronicle.
for us to be so kind.
yet he is still blind.
he hears and says.
she cries and prays.
for he to be so kind.
yet she is still blind.
i don't need an attitude.
i need a great longitude.
i don't need to be drown.
i am already a clown.
so i know what the witch said was right.
and i know that what i do was not.
i shall continue this with a big pride.
as it will never end up with a knot.
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