May the victor be you
and all the children that I know.
You are the shining star to me,
and I couldn't be more slow.
You won the world with apathy,
then let your rage run wild.
Oh, what a feat you accomplished,
all with a little guile.
Misery of sanity.
Were you here and will you be
by my side after I've won,
and when the light goes by?
Silly girl, you thought of me,
cigarettes, and willow trees.
Napkins with the lipstick on,
I wonder about tonight.
Althought I have no purpose,
I'd like to think of you,
getting stronger every hour,
each time with something new.
I've called it an excuse,
and a limelight through and through,
a tragedy of sorts,
but I've never heard your view.
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