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Subject ad regem. we’ve lived our lives to save you, won’t you save us? Won’t you come to our aid? Or was this all, just a game played on a board previously unseen. Was this destined for us? never meant to be or is this freedom? Because, I’ve never felt so trapped in all my days I’ll just go on pretending I don’t know how all of this came to be. In the end insanity claims all of us. Such a delightful way to view the world, through tinted glasses. How does it feel to be ther center of attention? In such a catastrophe as this. I bet you’re loving every moment, holding on to every word. And as hard as I try, I can’t for the life of me find my way back,. And try as will, I can’t for the life of me, Find my way home. “Darling won’t you take my hand in yours just for a little while I’m sure it will clear up all this mess”
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As the proscecution lays its case I stand as my sins are read, atleast I’ll be at peace tonight when i rest my head, I see the end. It drags me deep into the water, I’m sure I’m drowning in this place, there’s no future for us only death awaits us at the gates. I’ll die and for all you’ll know I’ll have killed myself, such a tragedy, but I’m sorry darling i really am. No this was no suicide, you killed me. Such a horrid twist of events the day you placed that gun to my head whispered “I love you” kissed me on the lips and now I lie in the depths and oh I havent seen a smile so sweet in all these damned days days, haven’t dreamed a softer touch in all these nights and though your heart’s so cold my memory is stained with your kiss and oh darling how it haunts me in my sleep.
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Run untill you break every bone you have then take one more step they cried
and so he ran and ran and ran for countless days and nights
through forests, over mountains, under the seven seas
And before he’d broken half his bones he lost himself in his own head
Went to sleep a lonely man, this morning woke up dead
Before his death he wrote a letter addressed to a girl
he told her of his journeys told her of the world
he wrote of landscapes, he wrote of temples
Of everything beautifull he had seen
And when there was nothing left to write
He placed his letter in a bottle and sent it’s on it’s way.
He took a walk along the rooftops, balancing on the edge
Downed the pills the bottle too before returning to his bed,
he sung himself a tune, a song of love and death.
then layed his head content.
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Wake up sleeping beauty, you’ve had your time to sleep. Don’t you know all the princes are dead? They left us in years gone by with hope and love in tow. There’s no more happy endings, your story’s already been told. We burnt all our bridges just to light our way, we sailed into the sunset searching for another place and now we’re standing at the edge of this world, trying to find our way, if only my eyes would open I would probably watch my step, but I can’t see anything at all.
I’m blinded by this cliche darling. won’t you take my hand? we’ll run away from here. leave this forever after, take the happily and just go.
