The plays been written, players cast. Yet I, a fool to tell. Once by love bitten, not to last. Bringing another soul to hell.
Forced in a smile of vengence.Somehow lost, caught in lifes display. Forward ever dreaming, hence tossed, Now hidden away.
Where in lies the truth? What to justice blind? In the path of an illusion. Nothing left behind. No more than a delusion, With nothing left to find.
Once I was a child, How I wish I could return to those days. But then again without protection I became wild. Scarred lost and afraid.
A child no more. Tore by the failure of those you adore. Pennyless cold and poor.Is all that's left in store. With shaking hand a trigger pulled a moment lost in time. When it was said and done, Nothing is all you find.
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