Another midnight shift begins:
Grinding teeth becoming sand,
Wishing for yet one more chance,
Possessed by memory forged from lies,
Half a man in his darkest night.
Coming back and going there
He knows his love was never shared
He can't break chains that lock his mind
Suffering's prisoner, he's held inside,
Tortured by her lying eyes,
Few whispered words that make him cry;
Knowing now they all were lies.
Something's off when everything's right...
The brightest day may have the darkest night
Refusing surrender to the enveloping pain
He's not insane to wish for change
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