There’s something missing from me life,
I can’t find the long silver knife
Don’t look into my eyes,
Just look past the lies
Do not befriend me,
I can’t set you free
I’m not even myself,
I am just left upon the shelf
I feel empty inside,
The many times I’ve cried
Goodnight to all,
And to all a goodnight
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