Wednesday, October 24, 2007


As he sits in the chair
(his dusted throne)
And looks at the rotten fruits of his life
Regret has no place in the crown, not anymore
But they need some control
That's for sure

She's kinda scared, kinda sad, kinda anything
Keeps building up that wall of suffering and sickness around her
Just to hide the other side
(flowers and dreams and kisses that never happened)
So go on, the mattress is calling
Tomorrow, another day
(some more madness going on)

There's a witness, a little crack on the floor
No one ever notices

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