Oh Sweet Sir
here I am once again,
singing out of tune
dancing without rythym
painting without paint
flying without wings
kissing the non existant youth
oh sweet sir may I interest you
my sweet oblivion, Im in orbit
the narcotics are mezmerizing
why cry I havn't lost anything
slowly dying feels great
maybe you should get out of my be
Im done with you
maybe I should wake up from this sweet release
or maybe just a few seconds more
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