Frank Valenti

Your eyes cut like daggers deep into my soul
Seemingly gentle with undercover malice
Living my life suffering from the chalice
Feeling myself sucked into this uncharted black hole
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How do I long for someone such as yourself

Who looks down upon my every mistake
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When we first met I didn't know you did this
Purging your soul by slitting your wrists
Escaping a dream world for what was real
Knowing only what you could feel
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You call yourself a father

You call yourself a man
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The rain falls so softly on your tasteless lips

Droplets flying as you bend and turn
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Once a cheater always a cheater is the known phrase
But the latter is just as true and you'll come to find out one of these days
I've said the same thing too many times
About those of whom that have committed adulterous crimes
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You're prettier when you're quiet
Your voice needs to go on a diet
Blabbering nonsense with no end
Making me cringe and fingers bend
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You lead me on in every possible way
From the looks you give and the words you say
Deep down I know who you actually are
Foreseeing an upcoming wound with a fresh scar
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Pulling back the bolt to cycle another round
Peering through my scope it's your face I see
Thinking of the friend you used to be
You'd lay motionless before you hear the sound
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Your eyes remind me of a time when we once were
When I thought your heart was true and pure
A sliver of hazel laced with a lot of green
Brings me back to when I was only just sixteen
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You shall not dare cross our path
For we are many
The fire that drives will consume all who trespass
We do not fall to reckless abandon
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Haunted by the ghosts of my past
Short lived dreams that did not last
Making poor decisions
Wrapped in indecision
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No matter how I look at you
That voice sounds exactly the same
Echoing so deeply in my head
My soul screaming in agony from the words you say
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You've lived and you've died
A life filled with promise and unforsaking love
Never a doubt in your mind
For you knew the person you were to be
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For the very first time in your life
You feel completely and utterly alive
Not from something material
Nor anything spiritual
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No matter how well you look
No matter how great you are
No matter how others perceive you
No matter how you feel about yourself
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There is nothing more that I would love to do
Than to paint you a deep crimson
With the blood of the ones you've slain
You narcissistic megalomaniac
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The way up stare vacantly with your wrinkly eyes

Knowing in the back if your mind
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Jasmine is the scent if your desire
Apples aren't as sweet as your kiss
Motionless as I silently admire
Intriguing beauty I constantly miss
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I feel so unsure yet completely certain
Wildly torn emotion hidden behind a curtain
Though my heart has made me weary
Something so strong is completely scary
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