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I am solely there to share your grief
Is only my way to comfort you
Reminders of innocent youth
Waiting for morrow you're lonely
Now tell me all about your pain
Your fragile heart feeds my contempt
Is only my way to comfort you
Reminders of innocent youth
Waiting for morrow you're lonely
I am the thorn in your side
That seeks accomplishment
Reminding the mortal of death
I am the spore of your pride
I am the urge of the flesh
Writer(s): Roy S. Khantatat, Thomas Blanton Youngblood