Don't cry to me, because you feel bereft.
If you loved me, you would have never left.
Now I'm there beside your bed, with a needle in my hand.
To quell the visions in your head, it is all part of my master plan.
You belong to me in your dreams; It doesn't matter if you see.
How I made you scream, you would still be here with me.
There you lay wrapped in chains; soon you will feel my pain.
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