Frank Valenti Biography

Your eyes cut like daggers deep into my soul
Seemingly gentle with undercover malice
Living my life suffering from the chalice
Feeling myself sucked into this uncharted black hole
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How do I long for someone such as yourself

Who looks down upon my every mistake
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When we first met I didn't know you did this
Purging your soul by slitting your wrists
Escaping a dream world for what was real
Knowing only what you could feel
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You call yourself a father

You call yourself a man
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The rain falls so softly on your tasteless lips

Droplets flying as you bend and turn
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