Tell me you love me, that you’re somehow able, I’ll believe your fable, I’ll feast at that table I’ll give you all you need, take whatever you can, whatever fills your greed, your hunger I will feed And when I hit the wall, after I start to believe, when...
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Derive a sense of pleasure From such a frosty demeanorHow your words chill me to the boneFilled with false promisesAnd oft-dashed hopes I still remain, a sad refrain I wait in clouds overheadI caress the ground with my tearsI wonder why you love to humor...