Did it hurt when you fell from hell
People want to hurt me
They think I lack feeling
Purple velvet and death by gun shot
Down a bottle of wine and you tend to cry
Push me over into the mirror
I want to give some back to society
We meet at four am
There is no bed
It consumes my thoughts
What do you think you might do
Pick the gold band up from out of the gutter
It's raining and your out of breath
I run but he follows
Why should I care
Do not get caught
Put it back now before anyone notices it’s gone
within minutes of picking the rose it begins to wither
As the candles burn hours pass
Like the unknown solider I'm alone
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