Nerves of steal

ready for a thrill.

The night is going down,

the darkness looks like clown.

But according to my will

I’ve been waiting for this chill.

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On crossroads.. Yes, you are.

But where is your pill?

The one which makes you healed.

Oh, is it my kissing of rebuilt?

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Wearing the crown of shame,

whoever am I due to blame?

Inside out my soul

is like haunted house, although…

sheltered have I been with friends

in front of me’s a tunnel with no trends.

Dwadling all night long…

now you’re here, then you’re gone.

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SDH