As nigh return,
So is this painful dripping beats,
Inside my chest,
Like a siren in a cave.
I have suffered,
And 'gain this time.
Where do loneliness come from?
It start with a fading sunshine,
And persist like a moonson muds.
Like a nicotine stained fingernails,
It tastes sour.
A yellow street lamps,
And a wet roadpath,
Is how its feels.
Well, well,
It's alright anyway,
Even every beats,
Beat you down like crazy.
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