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We all knew that you'd make it And we had hoped that you don't. Look you are naked, Are you hard as you hoped? It's the stage, that is life, It's the strangest of dreams. Our eyes cut like knives, Are we hard as we seem? Color-stained blood On our blood-stained lips, Eating the mud Off your smooth, little hips. It troubles me so, That you really care. I wouldn't go, Not now that you dared. It's only for real If you want it to be, We will not feel And we will not see, But you're at it again And we all knew that you would This time, it's the end, The end that it should.