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i'll be waiting for you on friendly hill with no friends ill be sitting down in lonesome town waitin for thee end.memories tell me what's this all about i dont want to hear you shout i don't want to see you pout againbut the truth is were stuck together even when i dont feel better having you around but its ok to start over when i hear the sound bell strikes 12 no one can take u away from me again ha i'd been prescribed two Because they said i dont know what to do when i cant hear you but even when i dont i can find the antidote behind the wall i hear you call i see you crawl back into my head i know your there but they dont care they think im better off dead now i must atone for you are what caused the dread of the death of the dead who’s died deaf but surly you can change their mind beacuased the reasons of such love should not be a crime when somone of ur worth understaseted by divined when you walk by… my soldiers stay in line that any king’s kingdom heart would give up their reign as riegn for sweet grapethee vine for you are true and they strip the good of this world and i did to when i took the blade in my hand and saw myself in that man or so they say he was but i know the truth but i am here but I. AM. here…. here i stand, but does he? everything that led to this moment was blamed on me because i stayed alive but was it me or the other guy they say im lonely that no one in this world would claim to even acknowledge my presence but as they say evil i consume as it consumes me im glad ur here that is the greatest present… I know soon your time will run out, meries of my memories will soon come in till the morning i hoped you’ll be with me because unlike the high fives you gave thell leave me hanging over the river were we used to meet when i told you the stories of my fathers abuse and my mothers cold feet. dead or alive i live this asylum i can only belive in fatalism because no optimistic belief can allow me to leave a place that is both in and outside my mind that even metaphorical happy thoughts fear to reside that sometimes i dont know whats a lie weather it came from me or someone else was it an asylum or was it a prison did they want to help me did i kill him was it a drug or was it a drink does it matter what i think could this OR WOULD THIS world just be a dream.

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