Old pictures on my wall,
tear 'em down, watch 'em fall.
The sound of the tape tearing,
it's what I have been fearing.
Tears stream down my face,
I can't keep up in this race.
It often crosses my mind;
death, the irreversable fine.
Why'd you do it?
Let her rule you through it?
You're your own being,
but instead, she's your queen.
If I controlled the future and
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