Seems three years,
Though maybe four
Someone drops dead
You love someone
Whom I adore
There will be grief
The kiss of death Lips of a thief
A dusty stack of photographs
Goddamn it Of times I've cried
But mostly laughed
Commit the past
Into blue flame
Cowardly shame
Acrid smoke 'Cause dope and booze
At times I'm truly terrified
They're used to mask
don't help to hide
It's just like painting over dirt
A weakling's hurt (haEveryone I love is dead Most surely end
Both good and bad
Life's a game I cannot win
The mirrors
I love myself
for hating youAlways tell the truth.
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