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"She belongs to heaven…" [Song Playing: Seether; Like Suicide]

You've got my heart in the palms of your clenching hands, and my brain under your control because
you know me oh-so well.

You know what I'll do with every action or intention you make towards me.

I don't remember letting anyone know me that well…

But that's no matter to you, you know me even better than I know me.

You've had the time to study my every thought and movement.

You don't come in the form of any putrid human being, you assume no form.

You're in the air I slumber in and in the air I mope in.

You're in the atoms and molecules that make up every fiber of my body and mind.

You see what I see; you know what I know.

Every memory I have is your memory too.

That being said…What else do you have in store for me?

I love that you exist to make me miserable.

I feel so special that you exist only to knock me down when I've been fooled into thinking I'm on top.

Got any more obstacles and grievances to throw my way?

It's ok, I like it.

It makes me feel alive.

After all, a person can't truly be living if they're consistently happy.

The misery is my saving grace when I'm not sure you even meant it to be.

I can't make the distinction between your benign and malignant actions.

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"She belongs to heaven…" [Song Playing: Seether; Like Suicide]

You've got my heart in the palms of your clenching hands, and my brain under your control because
you know me oh-so well.

You know what I'll do with every action or intention you make towards me.

I don't remember letting anyone know me that well…

But that's no matter to you, you know me even better than I know me.

You've had the time to study my every thought and movement.

You don't come in the form of any putrid human being, you assume no form.

You're in the air I slumber in and in the air I mope in.

You're in the atoms and molecules that make up every fiber of my body and mind.

You see what I see; you know what I know.

Every memory I have is your memory too.

That being said…What else do you have in store for me?

I love that you exist to make me miserable.

I feel so special that you exist only to knock me down when I've been fooled into thinking I'm on top.

Got any more obstacles and grievances to throw my way?

It's ok, I like it.

It makes me feel alive.

After all, a person can't truly be living if they're consistently happy.

The misery is my saving grace when I'm not sure you even meant it to be.

I can't make the distinction between your benign and malignant actions.