Last of a dying breed
Those dark eyes and wrists bleed
I talk to myself in the dark
So rest your weary heart
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
Bruce wayne i'm the dark knight on a dark night, grasping,
Shot in the dark, shot in the dark
A working genius, a work of art
It's alright, if it's right
Time to think about dark side
Know give me a head start
Two for ten, after dark
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
Rapping like im practicing dark arts
Mixed with open temptations
Without the sound of guns
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