O PLEASE O PLEASE
O PLEASE O PLEASE
LET ME WORK IN A CORNER!
TEARS RUSHIN' OUT
EYES TURN CRIMSON,
ONE MIGHT THINK,
WHU'S CRYIN BLOOD!
MOON SHINE UPON MY BLOODED TEARS,
EXPOSING THE INENSE FEELING,
ONE'S GUTS TREMBLIN' AS THOUGH WILL SHATTER-
MY DESIRE TO KILL UPROARS AND FLOOD!
O PLEASE O PLEASE
LET ME HIDE IN A CORNER ,
TO ALLOW ME FINSIH WHAT I MUST,
OR MY LIFE WILL BE LEFT IN A MISERY,
AND PAINS STRIKE UP TO A POOD!
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