It's your midnight oil
Burning through my mind
Frantic escapades
Do you really mind?
It's so late, so early
It's all the same baby
I laughed to you from behind the mask
You asked me the time
It's a bit faded
The password you said would get me there
Knew it once
So sad, so sweet
What do you see in the carnival lights?
Little lies and bigger dreams
The goblin town filled to the brink with us
Denizens to our own misleadings
I cried out from the bottom of the well
And your voice pulled me out of my head
Right in front of me all along
I see the place to go, just there
The other's crowd in
Bay for the attention
listen to the voices of those in your pit
We're hear to stay
Keep is close
Hold me tight when the chill hurts the deepest
And I'll show you which way to walk
Straight down baby.
We're where we are
We're where we stay.















Comments
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life is a ride. you can either scream and be afraid, or let go and enjoy it.
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i got butterflies while reading.
Thanks for sharing~ <3
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I sold my soul to マナ様!
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
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I sold my soul to マナ様!
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
its just not meant to be seen by others...
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I sold my soul to マナ様!
I don't care too much what other people think about it.
But I do put it up, in case someone likes it
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
and since in my opinion only good poetry should be shared.
thus mine will never leave the notebook ^^
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I sold my soul to マナ様!
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The Brain: So, you sacked the cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker?
Mr. Sackett: The second cocky khaki Kicky Sack sock plucker I've sacked since the sixth sitting sheet slitter got sick.
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