I can feel your laughter’s peak
Climbing down my throat to speak
Laughing at the end don’t make sense
And I will be no child of decadence

Ever after’s never been the trend
Everything that starts must have an end
Stale and cold this old romance
I will be no child of decadence

So can you see me to a room of my own
Where all that’s good comes quick to my defense
I would grow steel bones and a heart that couldn’t break
And I would be no child of decadence

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