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If we’re nothing but entertainment, Puppets, dancing upon our strings. Living our lives as Actors With the world as our stage. Than will you grant me This small request, Might I have One more Take?

The love that you want the most, Is the love you'll never get. No matter how you want it, All you're left with is regret.

O captain my captain please tell me the truth say you're not leaving again. O captain my captain what will I do without you here with me captain. O captain my captain please don't go away and leave me here all alone. O captain my captain I wish you would stay so that I may yet have a home. O captain my captain what do i do I'm tired of wasting my breath. O captain my captain tell me it isn't true that all I await here is death.

If we chase our dreams, Yet are never happy Then what does it mean?

I have a little voice, Living inside my head. He whispers constantly, Things better let unsaid. He has always been here, He'll never go away. Although I always beg, He says he's here to stay. I used to believe in, All the things he said. Now I just ignore him, The voice inside my head.

Take a moment raise your glass To all the ghosts living in our pasts To all the spirits we carry To all the burdens we can't bury To all the lovers we have lost To all the ones we've yet to cross We could solve our problems but instead Let's all just drink till we lose our heads!

The love that you want the most, Is the love you'll never get. No matter how you want it, All you're left with is regret.

Climb into bed, lay down your head, it's time for us to leave. So close your eyes and cease your sighs, enjoy this short reprieve. Now take my hand, come to this land, where all your hours come true. No need to fear, I'll be right here, to see you make it through. We could fly to castles high, to slay an evil giant. If you say you'd rather stay, I'm happily compliant. You can create or devastate, this world is your plaything. You understand? Your thoughts command, you control everything. Just say the word, you'll soar like a bird, free from inhibitions With magic in hand here in this land there's no restriction. Be free my child, let your

I wonder where this road will lead us Did we choose or were we guided Did we mean to walk this path? In seeking a future We gave up our past In the name of Industry We lost Peace

This elixer is life It silences my strife One drink soothes my soul Brings my emotions under control I spend all day scorning And foul morning I miss having it with me Life is beautiful when fueled by coffee

Here lies a perfect man. Myself the murderer--here I stand. I watch the light fade from his eyes-- Not how I imagined our goodbyes. He's gone because I shot him down (As much as I'd wanted him around.) His love, one of my haunting fears, Suffocated me all those years. He said he only wanted "me," But that girl--I could never be. Now, as I turn to walk away He begs that I would only stay, But then he loses all my trust. He says it doesn't hurt that much. So there lied the perfect man. Wished you'd had him? You finally can.

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There is a smile on her lips, But cuts on her wrist, And scars that wrap around her hips, Her once flawless skin is now razor kissed. Joy fills her voice, But on the inside she dies, This agony was not a choice, Pain has left her with vacant eyes. The happiness she sells When she is caught, The lies she tells Are the lies you bought. But then you found her bleeding, You cried as you dialed 911, Please live you said pleading, She whispered that she was finally done. She would never die like this you promised her, And gently told her she would be okay, She will recover quickly said the doctor, But she won't feel better in a day. The medica