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There he goes again, Amidst of the fading midnight, Fixing the stars with the single quill pen. He knows it's getting tired, But he needs to finish what he has started.
There he goes again, Drinking the words and drowning the feelings underneath the lonely empyrean. He can feel the rivers flowing on his cheeks, Lost and cold as it speaks.
There he goes again, Pouring the poison into an empty cup in his right hand. There he goes every time, suffer and drain, His heart feels nothing but the growing pain.
Oh boy, there he goes again. Reading the scars and wounds decorated on his skin. And he's painting more lesions, Pardon for he never learned his lessons.
She is his great poison, And whenever his heart beats from the potion, The only thing he knows is to ease the pain and stroll with desolation.
He jumped into the well where she knew nothing. Into the depths of nowhere until now he's still falling. And there he goes, oh man. There he goes on doing the same thing over and over again.
