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DARKEST FANTASY Holding as tight as possible to his darkest fantasy He wants to be a big star, good friends with serendipity He knows his life’s a joke and that’s okay with him But before he dies again, this song he’ll hymn Knows nothing ever finds him, luck could hit him on the head Wouldn’t know what it was, he’d be so better off dead Clouds with silver linings, they come and thunder in his ears These imps come so devilishly, and over-excite his inner fears Nothing’s ever good, everything’s always bad Can’t quite seem to quit, hanging onto last year’s fad Holding on as tight as possible, to his darkest fantasy Maybe if he really tries, losing wont’ be so plenty Animated vixens haunt, and kill him in his sleep This pain no longer feels, just skin deep Sad to say, and sad to be; this child lost it all, devil’s decree Holding on as tight as possible to his darkest fantasy He wants to be a big star, good friends with serendipity He knows his life’s a joke and that’s okay with him But before he dies again, this song he’ll hymn Never is going to luck out, he’ll sooner die A sad story topic, thought, makes him cry Lost and losing more, each and every day Fallen victim to, and endless inner fray Without cause, without reason Not knowing, not caring He’s dying, he’s dead Without cause, without reason Not knowing, not caring He’s dying, he’s dead Without cause, without reason Not knowing, not caring He’s dying, he’s dead Darkest fantasy Nothing’s ever good, everything’s always bad Can’t quite seem to quit, hanging on to last year’s fad Holding on as tight as possible, to his darkest fantasy Maybe if he really tries, losing won’t be so plenty Holding on as tight as possible to his darkest fantasy Losing sight, losing grip, a life of endless agony -poet Darká |