They said I was born cursed. That a black pall hangs over me, and I bring ill omen to the world. Ill omen to myself. I watched my mother die I watched my father die (because I killed him) I watched a little boy die (because I killed him) I watched a lot of comrades die I watched my best friend barely survive a year-long torture and maiming session, lose all his dreams, and try to commit suicide (because I left him) I watched every one of my comrades die I watched my arm die I watched my eye die I watched my lover get gratuitously raped for my benefit I watched everyone and everything around me fall to pieces.
They say I was born cursed.
They say I was born cursed, But it wasn't till yesterday When I watched my girlfriend - herself once more, restored, glorious, mind piercing brilliant whole renewed, fierce warrior back on the battlefied - kiss a pyro that I
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That a black pall hangs over me, and I bring ill omen to the world.
Ill omen to myself.
I watched my mother die
I watched my father die (because I killed him)
I watched a little boy die (because I killed him)
I watched a lot of comrades die
I watched my best friend barely survive a year-long torture and maiming session, lose all his dreams, and try to commit suicide (because I left him)
I watched every one of my comrades die
I watched my arm die
I watched my eye die
I watched my lover get gratuitously raped for my benefit
I watched everyone and everything around me fall to pieces.
They say I was born cursed.
They say I was born cursed,
But it wasn't till yesterday
When I watched my girlfriend -
herself once more, restored, glorious, mind piercing brilliant whole renewed, fierce warrior back on the battlefied -
kiss a pyro
that I
believed them.