A dense air Heavy to breath Became a target Became a punch bag The beast is about to rise I am just smiled and pleased I'm hurt not because hurted by her I'm hurt because the way he treated her I have nothing to lose I can let it out and let it be free But I'm not allow it Let me the one who hurt only My love to her is so pure, bold and deep And today, I let my beast to sleep
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