So I guess the fortune teller's right -
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light.
It crawled beneath my veins
And now I don't care, I had no luck,
I don't miss it all that much.
There's just so many things
That I can touch, I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith,
This is how I feel,
I'm cold and I am shamed,
Lying naked on the floor.
There's nothing where he used to lie -
My inspiration has run dry,
That's what's going on,
Nothing's right, I'm torn.
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