| A great weight this �love� has placed upon my chest. Melancholy worn thin, to the bone. For what reason do I return to it? Awaken to it, with renewed interest? Lead me astray, left me for dead, in an abandoned place not so far beyond �just beyond reach�, This tired melody, played vehemently through, a thousandth time, upon a violin all the same, Cutting into the strings, biting at the wrists, where nails neatly driven through, Cling to the adventurer in me, and hold me up to my judgment, Where the verdict never differs� A fool to play, a fool to rise, to think to win, and lose the while, smiling bitterly� A great weight upon my chest, a guilty fool I hang. |
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