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i wonder
i watch as the clock slowy ticks away
and the moonlight starves the sun
do you see my dreaded facade?
i wander as you bleed
the crimson pouring from your lips
it's golden
you you feel this anguish?
that the night is dead and gone?
i wonder what you like to do
alone when know ones watching
are you still a perfect gentelman
who will hold a ladies hand?
do you see the visuals that consume most others?
i wonder, do you dare?
i know your mind as well as mine
and i can feel it calling
begging you to sleep
do you know the words i speak?
of which i can demand
i know your essence pure as stone
in the wake of the demand
and the moonlight starves the sun
do you see my dreaded facade?
i wander as you bleed
the crimson pouring from your lips
it's golden
you you feel this anguish?
that the night is dead and gone?
i wonder what you like to do
alone when know ones watching
are you still a perfect gentelman
who will hold a ladies hand?
do you see the visuals that consume most others?
i wonder, do you dare?
i know your mind as well as mine
and i can feel it calling
begging you to sleep
do you know the words i speak?
of which i can demand
i know your essence pure as stone
in the wake of the demand
Published 15th Jun 2011
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