In this two-bedroom tomb

I'm sitting all alone

With the television static

And refrigerator drone

I'm waiting for those blessed arms

That seem to wrap around me

Six or seven times

Praying for them to come home

I could cut myself

To pass the time

Haven't felt

Anything in days

A six-year-old girl

Dances on my ceiling

She might as well

Be dancing on my grave

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Never shake

Thy gory locks at me

Look'd like a breach in nature

For ruin's wasteful entrance

Who could refrain

That had a heart to love, and in that heart

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Hence

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[?] eyes of the [?]

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Sorry

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Hence, horrible shadow

Unreal mockery, hence

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You foll why [?]

Why do you show me this? Start, eyes!

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

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Stop it

[?] steps between the walk

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