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...As if to say that this is what's Important?
As if it is implied it's all there is...
She took her little world oh, so, for granted,
and never ever looked at the abyss.
He walked into the room that way on purpose,
looking for a reason to ignore,
Christ, Jack, you were always so impatient.
And now it's really nothing but a bore.
She laughed too loud hoping for attention.
but no-one really seemed to understand.
So she plunged off in the other direction,
Looking for a good-time kind of man.
And here he comes, Fuck this is perfection!
You can almost see dark things rubbing their hands,
A vacant little thing full of rejection,
and one half crazed coked up good-time man!
But she may never leave, their lies entwining,
wrap round their hearts and strengthen darker things.
And any child that lives will be forgotten.
confused, alone, and hurt; that sort of thing.
but one lone night they started their rebellion.
and found each other there along the way.
Just two lost souls, their dreams all but forgotten.
wandering around losing the way.
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dissatisfaction
