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Black and Blue




The night might be dark and full of terrors
The world might not stop spinning
Or starting to listen
Time might never be your friend
Or even be civil
It all may eat you alive
Or leave you to death 

The longing might not stop 
The sorrow might not be drown 
What can you expect after all 
From this cruel thing we called as world 

The demon has already been by your side far too long 
Dark thoughts is all along 
But so am I 
Just in case you forget 
To live 
To breathe 
Turn me into anything you need 
Anything that distract you 
From the loaded gun inside your drawer 
The next time you let me, 
I will put it in mine 
Through the dark haunted night 
Through the angry dizzy state 

Oh, darling, don’t you ever worry 
I’ll always handing you the lighter 
And the ashes will accompany you 
Even when our heart was black and blue
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