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Blame me, 
But I had no part in this, 
You believe what you want, 
Toxic and acidic, 
Would you be so kind as to pull me apart? 

Take me down to that place, 
Where it is all too easy to take my defenses away. 
My eyes they fade to grey, 
This is no beautiful convention, 
But a despicable race. 

Show me something old, 
Like photographs when the sidewalks would not trap, 
The springs would not snap, 
The headboard would not crack. 
And I am wallowing in vain here. 

Underpass, 
Sour sublime, 
Fawning over an excusable sunrise, 
Better late than never, 
How trite we can be. 

Save those sweet lips for the morning, 
The clarity brings me to tears, 
This was the song, 
That fueled the warning, 
We only have seconds left. 

Hold onto that last breath.

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