Spent in hiding from sunbeams
Hailing upstairs in your room,
You won't draw your curtains back,
all your mirrors draped in black
And your clothes become threadbare,
but you patch them up with canes
Sew your heart upon your sleeve
Permanently you'll be read
You're in mourning for your youth
All the things you didn't do
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Writing to a long -lost friend
Letters that you'll never send
It's too late now to repent,
all that's left is to lament
melancholy thoughts persist
Laundry list of things you missed,
Hang your head in sheer disgrace
As the tears roll down your face
Seems you'll always rue the day
That you put your dreams away
Once the sun begins to set
All the things that you regret
Hazing to and fro, you friend
Your sleepwalking sight unseen
Locked inside a waking dream
All your days and nights, you mourn
You'll be forever forlorn
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