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THE BLINDS

I count the cigarette butts,
I count the hours I spent in silence
Trying to cough out fuming sorrows
That float across my mind

You set my little weak heart
Between beliefs and doubts, the lack of guidance...
Bitchy cupids, poisoned arrows
Fly back and forth in time

You shut the blinds on me
Won't let me see through concrete shell of yours
And I go crazy, making guesses
Punch my fists to blood

Why everytime you're next to me
I spit out something dumb and shallow
Something meant to sound impressive
I feel like a retard

I'm missing a half
While you still is the one
I feel infected, your name stuffs up my lungs

In fact, I don't need air,
Just the smell of your per-
Fume, a charming unfairness, wicked like your sick humor

Put on my leather jacket
Go out, get some scotch, walk down
The empty sidewalks in the night
No one could judge me now

We got loneliness in pockets
Unique for everyone
Still I hope at the next streetlight
I'll run into you...

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