To the bottom
Where you truly belong
No time to long to live
It never seem too much
Living was your favorite drug
Until it wrecks you
It is too late
To be saved
What a shame
What a waste
This is unfortunate
There isn't anything else to do
Just wait for your time comes
A smile is seldom shown
You could run
You could crawl
You would not have it all
Living was your favorite drug
But it wrecked you
Papers reveal your sadness
Tormented by ghosts
All you wished was a sweet symphony
Goodbye
Goodbye
It is too late
October 30, 2011
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