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The Life of a Dragonfly
We scramble from bars to clubs
Looking for that one person
So we can feel accomplished
Even if we are out with friends
Its always in the back of our minds
We want someone to never see again
Someone to feel our pain
Sadness is the worst drug
Making you do things you normally wouldn't
Corrupting your soul, to make you desperate
Clawing its mark across your back
So we can brag that we sweat that night
Instead of just dying, instead of peace
We create a torment for ourselves
Dull our senses under lights
And pray she says the first words
The same person who while driving
Sees a couple on a front step
And would give up her car
Her amazing apartment
Her everything, just to be sitting
In the same spot on those shitty steps
Being touched beautifully by that man
Being in love and being loved
While he grunts the pain of life
Not knowing any other way of life
Not knowing the concept of love
Past a bedroom and breakfast
We do sad things from sadness
Then we hide it,jam it in the way of our heart
So that no sunlight can get to it
But who needs sun in the moonlight
In the nightlife lights
Where it dies every night
Born again the next day
Hoping this time it will be different.
Looking for that one person
So we can feel accomplished
Even if we are out with friends
Its always in the back of our minds
We want someone to never see again
Someone to feel our pain
Sadness is the worst drug
Making you do things you normally wouldn't
Corrupting your soul, to make you desperate
Clawing its mark across your back
So we can brag that we sweat that night
Instead of just dying, instead of peace
We create a torment for ourselves
Dull our senses under lights
And pray she says the first words
The same person who while driving
Sees a couple on a front step
And would give up her car
Her amazing apartment
Her everything, just to be sitting
In the same spot on those shitty steps
Being touched beautifully by that man
Being in love and being loved
While he grunts the pain of life
Not knowing any other way of life
Not knowing the concept of love
Past a bedroom and breakfast
We do sad things from sadness
Then we hide it,jam it in the way of our heart
So that no sunlight can get to it
But who needs sun in the moonlight
In the nightlife lights
Where it dies every night
Born again the next day
Hoping this time it will be different.
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