Silver Meets Red
There's a sweet taste of oblivion
That echoes when silver meets red
Through the lips of everlasting liars
Who secretly imagine you as dead
And a look of utter betrayal
As the clock strikes the chime of one
To know that You're merely a teenager
And, child, your life has merely begun
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