Now the fire has gone away,

I face you with a broken pen,

And sympathy and gratitude,

dissolve into disaray.

I relied, undisguised,

Followed all you'd say,



Was your weakness momentary,

You're devotion temporary.



It's a question of taste,

Like a slap in the face,

Let the vain do what they do,

Did you laugh at my innocence.



Custom made but gone astray,

Erase you with a pencilhead,

I'm bulletproof now I hide,

But somehow i was happy then,

do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost,



Was your weakness, momentary,

Your devotion, temporary.



It's a question of taste, like a slap in the face,

It's a question of taste, let the vain do,

What they do, did you laugh at my innocence.



I don't want to live forever, I just want some... ohohohoh

I don't want to live forever, I just want some...ohohohoh



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