No one

regenoku


Notice of absence from regenoku
if I’m off I’m probably punching my bed in anger

no one knows what it’s like,

to be hated

To be faded

to telling lonely lies

but my dreams 

they aren’t as empty 

as my conscious seems to be 

my love is vengeance 

thats never free....

no one buys back his heart

on their anger

none of my pain can show through

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