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[_phalanx]

and hte soft dulcet tones of Godspeed - Moya crash over me
and drag every tear
and every regret
to the surface
and the sun's burning glare
and i regret nothing, you know
nothing, and everything
i'm not as good as i'd like to be
i'm not as good as you want me to be
and i'm sorry i'm more a person in progress
than you saw at first glance
i've gotten better at dealing
better at forcing it down
and smiling
always smiling
who needs people to confide in
people to cry on
people to cry for
when i've got music?

not me...

people just die on you, to you. music's eternal.
she's always there, and i lay down in her arms
close my eyes, and let the dreaming come
to the soft ringing of violin strings into the darkness