I squandered my youth for a wither'd (bitter) hour;
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All I ever wanted was a simple you.
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Real love is dying for a phantasy.
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I held all of Heaven dead in my arms,
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And in one moment, I knew all of Hell.
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Nothing but a body, naked, beaten,
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The wreck of a soul, amidst thorns bleeding.
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Bitterness is all God hath created;
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A proud king among the failures of dreams.
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I believe one love could be worth a life,
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For life I would have burn'd myself away--
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For nothing, life hath left me burning alone.
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Girl, know that time leaves dust on my scars;
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When the moment has pass'd, thousands will die.
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I will remember when ghosts were mighty,
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And I will laugh and catch my own tears.
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In a perfect garden, all flowers flourish,
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In this real garden, my flower knows thirst.
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I don't think I can lift my face to the sun again.
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I don't think I can look at your face again
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And feel.
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You were my everything, and you took
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It all away.
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Girl With A Watering Can
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| Maudlin Of The Well |
