| At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy.
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| I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed.
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| As life walked by.
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| I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
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| I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
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| It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees.
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| It didn’t like me fucking up the balance.
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| I’m undoing life’s work.
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| Since I never once saw that gaze fade.
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| My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn’t accept my smiles as easily as
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| before.
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| I think I’m losing my friends.
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| I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
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| I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
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| I think I was a lovely boy.
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| It feels like a million years since I was him.
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| I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.
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| I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.
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| To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me.
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| To turn it all around.
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| I think I was a lovely boy.
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| Let’s see if we cant make a lovely lovely man. |