lament [i have the lyrics]
you don't write me anymore
i had
grown so
dependant
so
needy
so
expecting
some sort of drama
within this
rather
strile
constricted
format
it is good to be king!
©[mb]
i was led
i was to
i was to believe
vacume floating
again
from
mantel
to coal
starved
stove
like
a
windmill
in
a
windfarm
blowing
a
breeze
to
no
one.
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