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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Mountain of Glamour

she's standing so pretty atop this mountain of glamour
enchanting eyes and luscious hair, perfection damn her
but wait do they know i'm crying inside
that my soul is lost and my love has died

so terribly alone i've forgotten the happiness
who was that girl dancing in a yellow sundress
without a care in the world, she smiled, a beauty
i'm searching for you, this darkness doesn't suit me

ever so often a memory will return, and my blood will thicken
like fire, hot with sadness, pining for a past, that sickens
string of moments turn into hours passing through the restless nights
i dont know why i started crying but this sadness just feels so right

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