i don't know how to dance, nor to cry. but i do know how to speak my words. i don't care whether they make sense
or if this is dense, whether or not you make a smile or shed a frown. i wanted to make something, but you made it wrong i hate you for that
but i know your not real because you caused so much pain. the grief i live with is all a dream. whether your here to make it down, or to brighten it up
i will always know that there will be another day to fight you off, and to move on with my life. i took a knife, and pushed it through the reflection i use to see
no that your gone i can live alone, and not pity myself image. your just an image that i can leave alone whether your dawn or day
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