i am counting down to your embrace
the feeling leaving from my face
i do not hear i do not see
but that is no tragedy
i long for what i can not have
the prize that's just out of my grasp
a yearning for the one that's dear
that bullet placed behind my ear
a sanctified bitch's scorn
and the devil's bright red horn
i'm falling far from your grace
into her love embrace
the calender falls of the wall
as they say, time heals all
but wounds that can not bleed
will always be to plant the seed
the seed of doubt sown on the ground
leads to folly, the fool's around
lead him, drag him, he will stray
no one will be there for your day
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