Lonely man, with a lost soul and a lost heart
Thoughts running through his mind, as he plays his guitar
Death is only the beginning of the end
Lonely and sad he sits ... with a frown and no friends
His guitar is his heart, as he plays music for days
His songs are parts of his soul, as he sits there and waits
Waits for something ... he doesn't know what is to come
He is sick of being scared, and he's sick being made fun of
Though words are nothing, and all they do is hurt the air
Nothing bad can put down, not even an angry stare
Gentle and calm ... He sits as he plays
He doesn't know what to expect, but his patience will allow him to wait ...

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Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned
They're only powerful when you got your back turned
I yearn for the day I finally meet them again
So I can give them all a taste of their own medicine
¤ 3ast Sid3 ¤

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