So he won?
So what if he's a maniac with a gun?
Metaphorically speaking.
Absolutely Unpredictable.
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A empty promise set upon sunset blvd.
A single wish that never makes it to the shooting star.
A claim to that which doesn't even exist.
Smoke among a pitch black horizon.
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There is a ghost knocking at my door.
She neither has a face or name.
She screams for me to just let her in.
But I can not.
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Beautiful words, oh such beautiful words.
Calling out, reaching out for someone, for anyone just to know you're not alone.
Fighting the good fight.
As it is described.
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Blood soaked dirt.
Accidental intentions.
A scream then a whisper.
The very last ember.
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Hearing that voice again brings back so much from the past.
Oh the relationships that didn't last.
Holding my breath till the final gasp.
Loves many faces under a single mask.
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Can you taste it.
Like a blood silhouette.
Lest you forget.
A ghost in the shadows of reget.
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I feel like I'm no more.
Locked away on some far away rocky shore.
Mind a blur, as the words slur.
An empty glass with a empty tune.
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Bye bye, with one last haha.
Smiley's wicked grin.
One last sin, for the win.
Down and dirty.
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Rats in attic.
A head case without a basket.
It isn't so fantastic.
Stretching out the elastic.
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