...To Every Letter And Every Song
dont come close;
lonliness can be contagious.
I now wear my heart on my sleeve
no point in hiding, its been bruised to numbness
its these times I wish I were an Anne Rice novel character
hidden from daylight; secluded from others
given eternal life, but sold my soul.
but being a shadow of the night,
I would step outside at the crack of dawn
nobody has truly happy endings
fairytales were made to make the world happy.
a false happiness i assure you.
wading into dangerous waters can make ripples of disaster
a small breeze could become a hurricane
a short walk can be a great escape
its all calm before the storm
im pulling plugs in a flooded room
consequences are for the cautious
screw superstitions, I already have years of bad luck
and when the weight is lifted
why not waste a few more?
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