Life, is a tragedy in itself.
It has you wound perfectly around it's bloody fingers.
Hope, isn't real.
But it's the only thing you live for.
Love, is a curse.
And there's no cure.
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Ashes to Ashes
Life, is a tragedy in itself.
It has you wound perfectly around it's bloody fingers.
Hope, isn't real.
But it's the only thing you live for.
Love, is a curse.
And there's no cure.
