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He walks upright but not as a man

Nothing he tries goes according to plan

The mark he leaves will fade all too fast

Fearing no more, he becomes the past.

She doesn't know why he would treat her this way

Raising the had to her day after day

A gift from the gun will settle the the score

The scars will remain, but she'll think of him no more.

The faces we see, the smile we all great

Hide from us twisted realities

I am here for you just as you are here for me

Vessels holding one another's horrid memories

The shades are drawn at the end of the day

Gasoline is poured down upon the face

The match is struck, the flame alive, but I'll no longer be

The cycle of life is that of ever lasting pain.