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Blonde hair, bright eyes, it's my demise,

the pain in the end is what i despise,

no matter how little i try,

i wish i could live with angels in the sky,

no need to ask why, change of season,

still i can't locate a reason,

for me to keep this heart beatin,

wasting a thump, it's like i'm cheatin,

sometimes i'm lost, rarer i'm happy,

somehow i must convince someone to slap me,

right back into my path in reality,

call me Ren but love me cause of my Vitale-ty,

can't wait to find the next girl i choose if,

she is the one to reintroduce me to my music,

cause i've been pushing my iPod away,

wasting away silently every day.