Raindrops on the windowpane,
And blood drops on the pillowcase,
And a hundred other such clichés
Define our pillaged lives.

Gone away like missing keys,
She's caught by her own fallacies,
And she won't feel another breeze
Blow teardrops from her eyes.

Bending for a marred reflection
She's had enough of this deception.
Obsessed with selfish tendencies,
Uncaring and inhumane.
Wanting more and loving nothing,
Death is free and faith costs money
And breathing has no value, so
Tonight she's flying away.

Life built on the residue
Of nothing that profound.
Nothing's as mysterious
The second time around.

Clinging to a shunted life
And always hiding just behind,
She won't last another night
The way she’s living now.

Thus, the way her world is painted:
Black and broken, gray and tainted
Heart and mind are unacquainted.
That's more than she'll allow.

Cold and elegantly fashioned,
Feigning innocence, and lacking passion.
Obsessed with selfish tendencies,
Uncaring and inhumane.
Wanting more than empty drifting,
She's finding only senseless shifting,
But breathing has no value, so
Tonight she's flying away.

Life built on the residue
Of nothing that profound.
Nothing's ever easy, here
In the second round.
 
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