DARLING, SWEET, DON’T YOU KNOW?
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Why do you wear only black?
Nothing will bring
him back.
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Why do you cry yourself to sleep?
Love is something beastly steep?
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Why do you call your hurts your only home?
You made it an art form, a syndrome …
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Why do you keep looking back?
Nothing can change you back!
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Don’t scratch your ear with that paw!
Bleck your fangs darlin’, move your jaw.
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I think wolfsbane is your only hope…
Or you’ll be your whole life a misanthrope
THE STORY HIVE 