| Rocket’s red glare sets in hues that pushes the fatal shot ever-closer to a
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| broken tune.
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| Wasting my time and thrown face-first into a bloody trail
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| Left by gods and habits started
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| While misery dreads the broken-hearted
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| Behind fragile hours, one more untimely existence.
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| Self destruct before daylight, wake up dead from spite.
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| My head’s too tired to change what can’t be,
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| Too forgetful to feel what was once seen.
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| I never forgave your silence
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| Sometimes we fail to need and tripping past grief is easier than making myself
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| bleed.
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| Show me how to feel for you. |