As I hold myself under
I curse your name...

Though the demon is gone
The craving is still fresh...

Walking on forever alone
I see your sweet face once more...

My smile acts as a mask to hide the pain,
Fighting to keep out your knowing glare...

"And we'll dance under our moon again,"
Says Imaginary Night...

One thousand raindrops fall...
They fall for you...

The eyes..
They come closer...

She has done it again.
She's gone against her vow...

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Broken little happiness...

Object of my affection--
How I long for your beautiful face...

Lost in a dream
Of remembered fear...

You make me feel like dirt
in a sea of utter cleanliness...