It happens at once
and sometimes in stages.

In days and months
and sometimes in ages.

In distant lands
and the strangest of places

Touches your hand
then leaves with no traces.

Fortune is but
a foul mistress

that favors the brave
and deserts the shitless.

Fortune Is But a Foul Mistress

in your arms i feel safe
without them i'm lost, alone and insecure
i know you won't always be here
but i'm selfish
i need you 
i need you there when i can't control the tears
i need you there when the voices keep coming
i need you there when the words don't stop 
but you wont be and 
i need to realise that 
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