Back alleys are so dark at twelve and one oĄŻclock, IĄŻm empty handed with only a glass but no I won't drink. Its seven-thirty again IĄŻm dreaming that I had a life instead IĄŻll sit here on the edge of my bed singing stupid love songs that don't ever end. I don't want to hate you. I wish that I could love you. instead IĄŻll wallow in misery and dance to the rhymes of your sweet nurseries, well IĄŻve tried begging down your stone cold eyes but I should have known that IĄŻd look to far from what's inside of your heart.
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| The Midway State |
