In The Failures of The Untrusted

The sadness gets to much at times Breathless, thought of depression hits without a trace You're just another pretty face Dancing with the devil never sounded so good Betraying is just an act of being a coward With the stench of regret stains the air Nothing more then a mire feeling Dancing among the failures of life The taste of sin The smell of greed With blood tainted in black Watch as the trusted become the untrusted It's just the way life

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michael-sorley

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