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I've got a pink flower She's wilting slow Jilted by the sun Now the moon's lover Yellowing to the core Right before my eyes Sinking shadows Sinking shadows Sinking shadows and the heart.

When you hurt As much as you have. Don't be surprised When you're left in the dark. It's not my fault you think this is Hollywood, It's not my fault you think this is Hollywood. Nobody has the will Or the interest To care about your drama anymore: It's too draining. Make yourself comfortable on the floor; Maybe your head will drape back down to Earth Egoism birthed on foundation of self-hate Has the tendency to bound and breed. As every feeling becomes intensified, You lead your own tragic feature. Never mind, no one is watching. Surprise, surprise; the theater is empty And when the last scene has played Gone, forgotten.

A few weeks ago, on an ugly day A dreaded prediction did make its way Into real life And that very night, I found my glass I held it like a utilty match To an oil spill I dropped my whiskey, and the flames did arise The dark was gone now, though I still couldn't find What I was looking for The demons still plagued me They never left me They were all I knew Those weary nights in bed To find peace of mind again To find a way in the dark You just walk about. You walk. I stood by the bed, without much to say For the last time, I'd lost my faith God is dead. His last words to me, unbeknownst at the time He held my hands, how his eyes did shi