Those memories keep coming back
Haunting my consciousness and sleep
They're just waiting for me to crack
Waiting for me to break and weep
To cry my eyes out
Until no more tears from these eyes can be shed
And without a doubt
Those tears will be replaced by my blood so red
Forget them is what I long to do
But they've become so strong
In my mind they're too hard to undo
It's a neverending song
A song that just keeps on repeating
A serenade lacking of ceasing
In the end, this is all my final goodbye's lullaby













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If secrets were bricks, I'd build a wall.
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My name really is HONEY...
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"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives." Tyler Durden is my hero!
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My name really is HONEY...
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"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives." Tyler Durden is my hero!
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My name really is HONEY...
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"We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives." Tyler Durden is my hero!
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