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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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I'm standing in a darkroom

Trying to develop my whole life

The pictures come out blurry

A scarlet wrist - an immaculate knife

 

The photos I once took are

No longer the mem'ries I once had

I cannot remember the

Sorrows and the pains that made me sad

 

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And so I touch my face to the window

Hoping, crying

I let the tears run down the glass

Shattered memories I once had

 

Your face was once so lovely

I cannot retrieve the dream you were

The ink runs down the paper

Washing away the whispers I once heard

 

My tears fall down upon the

Pictures gathered, filled with muddy dreams

A million faces, gestures,

Words and phrases - things I once had seen

 

And so I touch my face to the window

Hoping, crying

I let the tears run down the glass

Shattered memories I once had.

 

I'm crying in a darkroom

Losing bits and pieces of my life

I watch my friends and family

Fade away, I lost myself this night

 

 

 

 

I need a guitar, and a microphone...NOW.

Edited by Falcon2001
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