No more lines for you
You'll have to live without them
those things which were given
so freely but at not small cost
Who was addicted to these things,
Do we think you were not
and what do you have left
to offer after abandoning
the ghost ship that sank
carrying heart and soul
who was the one cheated
out of everything meaningful
who is the insect in whose life
the crazy bug not in some bed
You were offered the world
all you wanted was distraction
I held the world in my hands
and it ran through like sand
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