She strikes the bell
Now I'm in hell
She is the hunchback of my broken heart
Now back were I was in the start
All alone in my misery
Soo alone, could I have been decieved
Smell that in the air
It's the stench of her hair
She is sooo ugly
But when we were one she was lovely
She broke the glass
Now we are in the past
What was awesome now has pass
Damn she moves soo fast
Facade of weak and erie
Left me bleak and weary
From the first kiss
You plotted the end to my bliss
The hunchback is back
leaving small distant attacks
I don't care
it's not fair
We are done
but she is still having fun
The hunchback of my broken heart
It can only start
Were it ends
Is only if divine sends
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The Scrpiture of Horrorween
Fiends, Ghouls, and Ghastly revenants of Samhain. They all met me and told me go forth and right a holy book... of HORRORWEEN!!!!
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I don't look a thing like Jesus, but I talk like a gentleman.