Walk the halls, empty of people. lay down the gun in your head and find it was never loaded. Forget the faults, remember the fortunes, but still it is hard. To know that they are off somewhere. Enjoy yourself.
Run away, to your forsaken land, to your house. and leave me here.
Leave me be and change will have its way with me. A grudge gone too far, but not far enough. The gun is loaded, and here I am on the edge. Push me, and I'll fall but not without looking back to shoot you.
Bullet out the barrel, me, off the edge.
So what ails you. So what makes me.
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