
It tastes like reality, you turn aside and walk away to another sound of laughter.
Left me out with nothing,
nothing but my pens and paper.
Blame me for your bitter.
Is it dusk or dawn?

It tastes like reality, you turn aside and walk away to another sound of laughter.
Left me out with nothing,
nothing but my pens and paper.
Blame me for your bitter.
Is it dusk or dawn?
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