Art By Numbers
Memoire Insuffisante
Fortune smiled and took him by the hand"You'll never have to worry, you'll never reach an end"She said, "Times stretching you thin, but the answers just around the bend"Now, patiently waits his turn to discoverA truth behind doors newly opened to himIt seems that nothings promisedAnother act yet still the same page he finds himselfRight back where he began, only nowWith a pocket's worth of empty promises in his handsPin it all on your scapegoats, oh how misleadingThey're surely the ones who cost youNow that your dues are paidLet complacency be the fire for your regretRetrospect seems so familiar with a feeling of despairHolding on to the groundUntil the feeling you're bound to falling off the surface disappearsTraces leading us to an ends that did not justify the meansWhen your losses are cutIs it more than skin deep?We've created a way out nowHe counted each and every grain that trickled downBut long since overdue was the accounting of his ownWasted wishing a past could be undone.
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