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So sanguinaryAnd so sanguineMy arms still tremblingUnder these drowning eyesIt's noondayAnd St. JudeDon't come aroundWhy bother to make a sound?[This car crash is a self portrait... a last pleaCalm Sunday in fallWatching leaves dropFallen angels]Weary glances regard with rapportAcedia drips down from every poreI'm just not fifteen anymoreI'm just not fifteen anymoreA little bitOf apathyCould go a long wayIn hopes to save meEros...Philia...Agape...Solitude of the walnut treeLetras de canciones[And how many more "Well just one more"s will come?So this is the part where your train leaves the stationI must admit that I hope your eyes don't meet mineMy bones are weak from the weight of resignationI can hear your train leaving, I won't turn to watch]Weary glances regard with rapportAcedia drips down from every poreI'm just not fifteen anymoreI'm just not fifteen anymoreIt's only through nothingness that I've ever found anythingIt's only through nothingness that I've ever found anythingTry as I might there is hollow in everythingIt's only through nothingness that I've ever found anything From Letras Mania