What am I supposed to do now?
The show is in shambles and it can't go on.
No one's gonna take a bow.
A friend once told me,
that life's all about losses.
So, what's the point of trying to keep something that will eventually be gone?
It was nice while it lasted.
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Fancy Words
Poesía» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
