A hand to hope, a hope to hold to call forth the darkness from you!
I keep losing
Still keep hoping for that win
And you can’t change my mind
Not a slave if I’m already free
Not a captive if it’s where I wanna be
And I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised!
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autor: DonTravolta, 28/10/2022
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So why see the world, when you got the beach?
Sometimes they were comedic— or relentlessly horrifying
They were the foes of society, whether fighting the local sheriff, or a secret agent
Frequently they mirrored our times: the gangster villains which rival real newspaper headlines of the present day
Collectively, they are the components which have fueled nightmares for decades to come
The villains
Take a lonely look, for my sake! It’s a tragedy!
Honestly I’ve been a couple people
No one that I’d want to be again
I’ve dressed up like a husband
I’ve witnessed like a preacher
But maybe this is who I’ve always been
Punk songs, I thought that they were different
I thought that they could end
No, no it was a deception
The number of tears and the number of beers
Were dried out and uncounted for a number of years
