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I sit on this stool

With these feelings

With these dealings

Broken many a rule

Now I stare at this box

With this drink

So out of sync

With all these talks

They don't really care

That I am on the brink 

Of using this ink

But she knows I wouldn't dare

So I stay

Until I can't walk

And barly talk

Hunter becomes prey

An easy transformation

Try not to swear

As my mind will tear

Tired of the same narration

Gone to find an empty house

Dont need lights

Not on these lonley nights 

With dreams I will be doused 

Where I can grow a spine

Buying a pearl

To put on a girl

Even though she will never be mine