just one more unfullfilled dream
except at night
when the music pumps through the speakers into willing ears
but can't fill the already full hearts
and reflects in starry eyes dazed by the lights and the fame
too good to be true vs. it wasn't there in the first place
Im standing on this stage
ready to be gutted and hung on humorous gallows
my heartstrings are wrapped tight around my throat
and you have every intention to watch me choke
the morbid irony of late nights vs. the distance between us.
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