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November Rain Oct 2015
Behind my eyes in a happy place,
I search for a heart, not a face
I feel myself burn
I'm consumed in flames
Happiness, love cannot be replaced

She doesn't understand where trust comes from,
She flees from love and loaded guns.
To risk it all
Is to come undone
In agony she turns and runs.

I'll disappear in a cloud of smoke
Wearing the night sky as a cloak
I don't ask for the world
Just to be fixed, not broke
In a world that destroyed my all of my hope

— The End —