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There's a man inside my head he lives there everyday he's there when Iwake up at night he's there when Igo play Iwonder how this little man got..

My hand reaches out you're not there to touch your face caress your hair to hold you close but you're gone from day to night and dusk to dawn ..

He tears into my heart with relentles fury seeking a place to bruise He intimidates me no matter how Itry it seems I'll always lose His swee..

Needles falling on the floor a green carpet cold breezes through the door makes one shiver Lights twinkle on the tree bulbs glisten tin soldie..

Nightmares raging in my head visions of the waking dead terrify me I lay awake too afraid the things that my mind hath made stay with me Ins..

Sobbing heard in the dark only a spark of life is left in the broken body Garbage infested with rats bums in holey hats seek warmth from cardbo..

I love but that love is whispered to shadows that don't listen I love but that love is ears that on my cheek glisten Ilove but that love is whirl..

Seconds pass, moments dance before the eyes of time Phrases click, letters form words begin to rhyme Bravenss conquers frightened hearts love sta..

Fragile pitter-patter, pitter-patter of the rain falling gently, ever-softly on the window pane Quiet tap, tap, tap of the branches swaying t..

My eyes have fluttered open no longer one of the seeing blind I'm running for the steep hill leaving reason far behind My heart is beating faste..