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Dies a little inside
Veins stiffen up from pride
Perfect in his eyes
Just don’t tell him you cry

All alone at night
Thoughts of him on your mind.
I die a little inside.
Each and every time.

I like dancing on the edge.
A memory you will never forget
A song that’s stuck in your head
That echoes once you’re dead.

Breathless wonders others dread
Zombie came to life – searching for a bed
Dead when he found me, idling now
Crumble at the thought, it’s all settled down.