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Welcome to my Lounge

🎶”Just stay for the show
No candle lights to take to home
You tried bringing out the sunny times
You're not really good at telling lies
So sick of keeping it all in

I just want you to close all the doors
Just leave me alone
I tried to hide it
I'm scared of what's next
I still don't know where to go
But welcome to the show

So turn down the lights
They'll see you now
(Go) your head is high
So don't look so down
I know you feel the same
I tell myself to let go of the pain
So sick of keeping it all in

I just want you to close all the doors
Just leave me alone
I tried to hide it
I'm scared of what's next
I still don't know where to go
You're welcome to the show
You're welcome to the show

So can you stay a little longer
'Cause I don't know who I wanna be
So can you stay a little longer
Just until I know you see me standing here
Sometimes

I just want you to close all the doors
Just leave me alone
I tried to hide it
I'm scared of what's next
I still don't know where to go
So welcome to the show

So welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
I still don't know where to go🎶-DPR IAN

"We grieve at their deaths, but for this we are scorned...'processions as they are called. Victims as they call them. It is true that there is a vast plane between our definitions but the grief? They do not understand how intricately connected we are. What they do not understand is when it comes to our 'processions’ we do not necessity want them to die. In truth, sometime we do. But mostly, we do not. We do however, need them….we need them to be there for us at all times. We need them to endure, to endure what we are giving to them. Really-in the perfect world, they'd never die. Their existences would simply be to endure what we impart on them. Death is an unfortunate side effect on what we do. For we when we lose our 'processions, we grieved. Not because we miss them, but because we have no one else when they are gone. This is how the cycle is reborn. For we are but hallow men...built with broken vein. "   -Masochisia.

“My Way”
🎶And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've travelled each and every highway
and more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets I've had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the by-way
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times
I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all
And I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed, and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
"Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way"
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Yes, it was my way.🎶- Frank Sinatra