A mystery man broke my heat.
He never reavels the truth.
He says he plays eternally, and that you'll always lose.
He's my fifteenth century hero in disguise.
He's a poet, a brave, brave man.
And a knight.
I wish he'd come ridding in on a storm, amd sweep me off my feet like the fires that burn in me.
He says he believes in nothing at all.
When all i can do is speak, of honesty and truth.
He opens the door.
lets you inside, then slams it right in your eyes.
He keeps you from dreaming.
As to keep you locked in the world.
With no escape from it all.
I will never forget.
Although he never seems to remember at all.
He has no idea...how it feels to die inside.....
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