The world revolves around the fake sort of gone
You and me were never meant to be,
Across the divide and beneath the sea
Forever lost with no one to blame
I'm on my knees but I'm not prayer
Weary is the wayward soul
but no rest for the wicked
That is the story of his tale
Unloved and unwanted by so many
Paid in kind by the disgustingly pretty
Apparition to the best of us
You belong without the rest of us
Die
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