Hopeless romantic
Paralyzed prey
What can one do
What can one say?
I hear your footsteps,
Gettin' close
It's all in my imagination
No, wait, it's true and forced.
This rusted beverage portrays
True emotions blurry,
I am escapting it slowly
I am not, the road is curvy
Let this one astray
Let everyone hear this one clear
Inspite of inhibitions
Even solo folks sometimes have no fear.
Get a grip, hold it tightly
At night time, dull things shine brightly
Look up in glee and acknowledge the frail
For even theives end up in Rosedale.
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