I weep but my thorns dont sleep
I cry, to be happy I try
With every breath i dream
To be a gastby my strife
I sun my rainy days with beautiful deceit
You are a king trapped behind time
Your reign will thus come
A castle on a hill your stand
A damsel in white your pride
The best carriage in town your stunt
In a distance i bow
As my comrades advance
In my heart a volcano of guile
So i curl in my little room of a home
Slowly i stir, my little pot of ploys
My thoughts echo in silence
My heart soaked in animus
I reek, oh yes my desire bled in anger
With every second my future unfolds
I will not settle, i will not rest
I will be the best of the best
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