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Nothing’s genuine - empty phrases,
All the thoughts in my head - like a shaky house of cards,
That will blacken my heart.
Imitate, steal and reproduce,
I’m a burned out bridge standing over a landmark - and I’m lost in the dark.

A dream devouring good-for-nothing,
I’m a ‘man who wakes up without a sense of future, like a complete stranger.
All ‘my ambitions slowly fade away,
All my ‘deeds are like a weapon with sharp edges, and I have no defenses.

Stuck in a groove, cannot move - left behind and torn apart.
You are my fate, my last gate, my beautiful black part.

There ain’t no lunch for free they say,
But I’m a charity case and I’m never choosey, when I feel hungry.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I’m the one to lose it all - so I just hit hard. Stop poisoning my heart!

(A) venomous birthmark,
My beautiful black heart.

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