She, is a woman to be
Dressed in the night
Moves through the crowd
Carrying all the stars light
The sky doesn't shine as she moves the earth
Though, her moon is full
As is the pride that's swallowed
Giving birth to what takes place
This story you will follow
She's tempting, you're pretentious
Pretending at your affections
This pretense is so infectious
Holding onto what is helpless
Entranced in her dance
Your eyes become slaves
The mind that is a playground
Where nobody behaves
Thrown caution to the wind
Watch it blow your house down
You knew how this would end
Released the demons from within
Satisfactions, unfulfilled
Like the hole you dug to live in
A decorative shallow grave
For the man you hide from within
She sells her soul to make a way
He pays the toll and paves it for her
She dies a little day by day
He lives a little in those moments
The blind that lead the blind
For the road is full of plenty
Pictures falling out of frames
Broken dreams now only memories
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