| (Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching
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| For meanings… there are none. |
| Time heals nothing, all it does is make you
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| More bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you… leaving you too
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| Apathetic to seek revenge. |
| Revenge on a society that has lied to you since
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| The day you were born. |
| Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much
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| Fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. |
| To
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| Who… to who are you worth something? |
| Who would ever fucking miss you…
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| Who will miss you when you are dead? |
| I will tell you… no one…)
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| It’s time to cast out of net
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| To call in all the old debts
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| To stumble over all the harsh words
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| And heal all the wounds
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| To steal every glance
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| Every darkened romance
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| And cast it to the pyre
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| To rewrite the words, feign the phrases
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| To finally finish those unwritten pages
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| If I even closed the chapter on you
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| I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do
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| It’s last call and the hour is late
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| Time for the last nail in the coffin
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| Then cast me to the fire…
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| (People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow
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| burning pain may consume you…) |