People are born,
and people die...

Although the being slipped away,
the feelings never did...

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The other night...

Feelings laid to rest,
only to be rewoken...

The curtain drops,
and darkness falls...

My feelings are the ink that fills this pen,
this pen that I let bleed onto this paper...

The rain came down,
it was a hurricane...

The clouds roll by,
through the bluest sky...

Do you remember
when you said we'd stop...

I hold out the gun,
I aim and I squeeze...

You look at me,
we're not so prety...

I want to admit,
that I am just I fool...