Head thorbbing from another strange assault. Hope shattered, blind remourse. Petty thoughts and heartful desieres. Burning bright, burning till nothings left. Rotting courpse, filled with could have beens. Life on loop, a sad song on repeat. Never to find what you're sure is yours. Somethings there behind your back. Something ugly and cold. To hold you down as strugle to stand. Something strong and built with hate. "If I can't have it, none of you shall!" Sometimes we need it, others we plead for it. Bitter truth. It's not for you. Forbidden fruit, tastes so good, never yours, and never kind. If you want it, you must make it. Can't leave it in anothers hands. Butter fingeres, sure to squander it. Shattered dreams, and false hopes. Bitter truth, its never yours. Made to last, but sure to hurt. Over and over, the same report. "Captain, we're going down!" One salute, hold your ground. If this ship was made to sink, so be it. I was made to stand, on this rocking boat. Never clear, were it was ment to go. A blind mans trip, into an unknown abyss. Bitter end, its in your hands. One sad truth, it never stands. Hope was made to build you up. Up so hight, so you might believe, that this could be. I one sharp stab, the bitter truth. This is it, so hold your grip. But I'm sure you're gonna trip...
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