Tombstone

June 27, 1998


Tombstone rests in cold display
Like your icy-blues in dark disarray
In the night, it stands over me
Shelters me from your misery

You've tried to cause me pain
You've tried to make me insane
But failures all that you've to claim

You don't matter amy more
As far as I'm concerned
You're just a filty little whore
The lesson has been learned

Put your trust into your heart
But with your senses, never part
It' the only way true love can start


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