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Alesana On Frail Wings Of Vanity And Wax

'Twas the oldest story in the book He desires the one thing he cannot have My darling queen, I lay myself at your feet And I shall stay the hands of

whispers leave one so far chain these hands of ageless struggle rid us of this beloved curse an epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver

forced to choose between A life of revenge or regret As I thirst for vengeance, My heart struggles to come to grips Why would you leave me to die, Turn, and

She haunts me in dreams I see her silhouette dance Across landscapes of golden Light and autumn in my dreams Her soft eyes see through my tortured soul

angel Apathy cries out from your lungs, indifference reeks of fiction Time will tell how far you will go I can't see why you'd run and hide excluding

Foolish Actions, Will cost so, Many Good men. Achilles has come, A thousand sails approaching, Sent here in her name to reclaim the one i stole, and

forced to choose between a life of revenge or regret as I thirst for vengeance, my heart struggles to come to grips why would you leave me to die, turn, and

this? I didn't mean to hurt her, not hurt her like this...I can't feel my legs I can't feel my legs and I can't even cry...how could somebody die like

to be happy for you and don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too I don't want your pity...I hate your pity taste your vanity and