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I won't Follow you,
No, I won't be Fooled.
The Circle ends here,
It's a Shame,
That you didn't Mold me.
I won't be an Imprint.
I Will Not be the same.
You stand at the River Styx,
Tapping your Foot,
Waiting for Me.
It's a Shame,
I Cannot be like you.
I won't be an Imprint.
I Will Not be the same.
Now you're Drowning,
Screaming for Me.
I Don't Miss you.
It's a Shame,
That you're already so far down.
I won't be an Imprint.
I Will Not be the same.
I see your lifeless eyes.
They won't drag me In,
No, they won't Suffocate me.
It's a Shame,
That I won't cry,
Because, I won't be an Imprint,
Because, I Will Not be the same.
No, I won't be Fooled.
The Circle ends here,
It's a Shame,
That you didn't Mold me.
I won't be an Imprint.
I Will Not be the same.
You stand at the River Styx,
Tapping your Foot,
Waiting for Me.
It's a Shame,
I Cannot be like you.
I won't be an Imprint.
I Will Not be the same.
Now you're Drowning,
Screaming for Me.
I Don't Miss you.
It's a Shame,
That you're already so far down.
I won't be an Imprint.
I Will Not be the same.
I see your lifeless eyes.
They won't drag me In,
No, they won't Suffocate me.
It's a Shame,
That I won't cry,
Because, I won't be an Imprint,
Because, I Will Not be the same.
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