

Gray SkiesThe gray skies that swirl overhead, Loom like the giants that occupy my mind. The foreboding nature of it all only seems to suggest, That this time is not meant for me.Gray Skies
As the air starts to chill, And the clouds turn black with disgust, I realize what I am finally to become.
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In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
--
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
--
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
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