I gather my mind in desolate winds
and throw it all into the air,
slip away like the dust of insects.
light a candle deep down somewhere.
So share with me the wrath of your laughter,
these sheets are cold
and my excuses old.
We made a go and it was a disaster,
I was right
I was right,
your black parade inside my heart
I'm alone but at least I'm honest
and I loved you from the start.
Lightning strikes two, three times.
It's in your plot and surprises me not,
our telltale stares, scars and ink
your words make no sense
but I know what you think.
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