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The Lonely Man

The Lonely Man
The sweetest taste, is bitter now
My purest thoughts are poisoned through
The ghost of fate, keeps mocking me
From every scar I've earned, in every drink I've drowned
I've felt the joy of the thing called sin
I've stole and bought but never received
I've had my fill, my spilling cup
But now I'm empty, a shell of fear and doubt.

Stand not so tall now, my voice breaks up
I never believed the pace would slow
Now I feel the cold and I count the suns
The man who wears the guilty coat should realise,
That life will have the last laugh
You won't outrun your lies.

And now I feel what silence means,
In all its taunting
Looking to the heaven I don't believe is there for me anymore
I always was the bad tooth in a smile
But who I was isn't who I've become.

Every morning I stand in front of an unforgiving mirror
Life has the last laugh, Life has the last laugh.

V Topp
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

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