It's too late to call
Said the blue knight who keeps
Scared and hurt he looks around
No one moves or makes
When it's all you sold to me
What it was and
Living in this whole it hard to get for what
Tired of myself
Sheets over my eyes
Tired of this mess
Ideas come,
Live to imitate and fake to break
The door that lies
One more time it's slipping through your fingers
And no longer
Don't leave me here
Locked in this cold cell
It feeds my
Taking time to figure out
To figure out what's running through
When you left, my heart came along
Nothing mattered I couldn't
Once again you say I'm mocking
Pardon me but I'm merely
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