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Paper inked with loveI used to write so many things
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash
MidnightOnce upon a night of darkness, rushed the river full of life,
And sadly I continued thinking of my world, so full of strife.
I tried to make it through the days, but always finding no respite,
I tried to see the good through bad, but nowhere there existed light.
And so I walked along the bank, wondering how the end might feel,
When a crying child came walking by, fresh away from some ordeal.
I paused my depressing walk of death to ask the child if I may help,
My voice in the dark surprised him so; I thought he was going to yelp.
I said "Child, what has happened that has made you weep this night?"
I noticed he had a sepulchral fashion, dressed complete in black and white.
The boy looked up with tears on his cheeks and glittering round brown eyes:
"My mother has passed away in the night beneath the starry skies"
I sighed a sigh most heavy as I thought of life's depressions.
Why must life be full of loss of such precious, close possessions?
I knelt down next to the boy and lay my hand upo
MirrorsInto the mirror every night you stare
Looking for someone, someone who might care
Consciously you're praying, praying for a peace
Slowly going down, falling on your knees
Into someone's eyes you just want to look
To find something like life, to find something like truth
Every night you're crying, tears just want to fall
Every day is riot, every day is war
Talking to the mirror, talking to your soul
Everyone around you, they don't even know
Little bit of distance, little bit of faith
Just the way you miss her, she don't give damn
Mirror won't be lying, mirror says the truth
Everyone is dying, no one cares of you
People love complaining, people love to lie
People love the hating, including their own life
Strangely attracted every night you stare
Looking for somebody, somebody who might care