It's all your fault not mine,
Swinging chandeliers, touching the dirt.
Such things may not be so sublime,
Like of Lady Gaga's concerts.
To be blamed but not forseen,
Stay here and dont move.
Look around at this green,
What you see here is the truth.
Your name as I whisper,
Into the bar, at first glance.
Losing you feels like a blister,
I'm sorry for there's no second chance.
"Im sorry",
I repeat through the snow.
There's no more tears left for me,
There's no need for me to glow.
Glory and praise, you sing,
As tonight ends with one clink.
I'll be seeing you no longer,
For being blamed is to be farther.
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Also inspired by no one. This was a challenge I was supposed to do.