Gone is the craziness
That brought so much greatness.
Oh poor him, Sane again!
Lonely and in pain,
He wishes he never lived,
Nor believed he was,
So much he wishes on the past,
So much he wanted to last,
Great, he tosses and turns,
Sadly, he still burns,
But there is nothing left.
Right and left,
He wishes nothing behind,
Nor cleared in his mind.
Oh poor him, he is still stuck
And suck in his past!
Damn you love! Damn you!
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