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Harlequin

I part out my heart
search for your face in the crowd
to be loved in return
seems a dying wish now

I once dreamed of a family
what is now broken and scarred
the deepest of agony
leaves no trace of a mark

I pour out my soul
over memories I cannot hold
I slip in deeper
madness takes its toll
scream from the rooftop
I'm about to fold
harlequin paper sword
a failure in the end

I can't depend upon
the toxic truth I'm in