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another night of counting scars
with a ashtray running over I sit watching the glow of another cigarette burning down its another night of what if's
what if I'd of this
what if I'd of done that
would it of hurt to swallow a little pride
would she still be here
or am I destined to live the rest of my days lonely asking what if
they say every storm runs outta rain
but a broken heart never runs out of tears
if it was real love
I sit and think about angels falling.
I wonder how many times Michael kissed the dirt
just to brush himself off and act regal again
I sat at a bar at the world's end immersed in whiskey
caligula storms , shadows , madness and myths
for what is more violent than sea, winds, whirlwinds, and storms
in a ecstatic desperate form of escape I drink and fight just to feel the pain
cause at least then I know I'm still alive
with a ashtray running over I sit watching the glow of another cigarette burning down its another night of counting scars
~ D Donner ~
