Its 11pm
staring at the moon while she shines on paper
from dreams and nightmares to confidential dreams
sacrificed myself for my other self not to be caught in the net world delusional
lost my religion trying to find myself, now I'm back like I never left
the haters tripled, I know my hands are dirty
but thanks to God for them, they're my jet fuel
kiss my Jane and got your heart raced up, till then I hope you know love is the greatest
Its one life, damn me! If I ever let you count me out again
damage my body with your lies all you want, my soul is intact; no vacuum,
like the moon over my head right
thank you
love
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