well the man i thought your were,was a mirage of hope and smoke,a punk has emerged from the clouds of dust,telling me lies,hiding behind a disguise,looking for your prey,to steal their heart away,you take it cold,and live hard,not knowing who you destroy along the way,your soul is like a thunderstorm,loud with lots of noise and no time to hear the pain,running from love will lead to an empty alley of darkness,full of nothing but cries of those you left behind while running to look to see what was there. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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