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The creatures in his empty eyes are watching the moon |
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Cuts on faded fingers that are following every thought |
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Creating wallpaper flowers with bloodstained hands |
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Writing down the feelings, asking all about the questions |
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Pleading answers, screaming, scared for what they will tell |
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Turn the lights out and hide away, all the eyes are on you |
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Dreaming your nightmares as they are begging you to fall |
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Staring with the eyes closed |
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And the view from there is frightening |
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No don't try to figure it out |
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This is not a suit that fits your fake |
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Lay a razor in the hands of a broken heart |
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Don't tell the tales that tells it all |
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The walls are closing in, creeping closer and closer |
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Shadows are raping another one in the hall |
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Teardrops are falling from the eye of a fractured mind |
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Alone beside the candles, that burned down so long ago |
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Everything is words in a poets mind |
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And the teller of his tales, are deaf and blind |
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Scratching the stains of this tragedy |
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Carving another poem from his insanity |
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No don't try to figure it out |
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This is not a suit that fits your fake |
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Lay a razor in the hands of a broken heart |
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Don't tell the tales that tells it all |
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The walls are closing in, creeping closer and closer |
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Shadows are raping another one in the hall |
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Teardrops are falling from the eye of a fractured mind |
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Alone beside the candles, that burned down so long ago |