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We'll laugh as we die. You are the heartache that likes to roll the dice
Make me miss a turn, your turn twice
Why don't you bath in this toxic waste or bleach so pure?
I don't see you as a king no more but a jester so sure
No nightingale will sing for you at night
Left alone, no one to hold but someone to fight
Nothing and everything
short and to the point with nice simple rhymes.. i like this alot, keep penning.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.