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Why Oh Why.
My heart pounding,
My nails engrained in dry blood,
I nearly scratched my eyes out,
Now with bleeding sight,
I walk to the store,
I grab a bottle of the cheapest wine,
I even leave a tip,
For the shopkeeper,
He looks at me with a shocked expression.
Ah well,
I drink to the moonlight,
I bellow why at the stars,
Why oh why,
Are they so beautiful?
And why am I so attached,
To these dead streets?
Forgetting her face,
Destroying my life,
Bit by bit,
The valves of my heart are rusting,
The hope in my veins is cursing the sinful blood,
That streams through it.
A gatherer of grace,
Came round these parts,
Now I'm the only one that stands here now,
Under the lashing of rain,
And these stars like finely cut diamonds.
Perfect little notes,
Fall from my pocket,
Now they swirl around like a satin dress,
Worn by the greatest dancer in the world.
I try to catch them,
But they are gone,
They were written in blood,
For someone special,
Someone with a armory of cute dresses,
A beautiful punk,
I breakdown and cry,
But there is no one to comfort a broken man.
