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Alone
I've been lonley I've been waithing for you. I'm pretending That's all I can do. I've been hiding, Never letting it show, Always trying to keep it under control. I've got it down. I'm going to the top. You can't tell me, what I'm feeling inside. You can't sell me, what I don't want to buy. Something's missing, I don't want to look back on my life.
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Unsung Hero
The walls are pale and I live in a masquerade under the sultry smiles of stars. The light dies, and with it, the electricity of expression No more can I be seen, as night shrouds me in mystery. The glass box emerges from its sleep, a glow stares out from the darkness. Its face shows the image of a battle worn man Bloody from war, Fought for a different time. Weapons of destruction, Crushing the bodies, that fly apart like paper thin leaves. Smoldering eyes, my intense gaze fixed upon through the glass, I am lost. The glass box fades the night hums its silent song. The voice still echoes through my mind, the eyes still burn into my soul. When the glass box shatters, walls crumble into nothingness, lost in dust, my heart will beat forever, one eternal image. |