As True As Life Gets

Bleeding heart, full of rhythm.
Ignorant thoughts, surely miss them.
Slowly fading, insanity's close.
Lack of substance like a ghost.
Sick in the head, full of regret.
Thoughtless acts I'll never forget.
I've wanted nothing but to be a comedy.
I ended up, becoming a tragedy.
So the story goes, with pages unwritten.
Looking for answers so cleverly hidden.

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