On the edge of the lost. <br />In Vegas, In vegas I drink too much. <br />Like the rest I sip and fall. <br />I stand up close and personal, <br />close and personal with the dead. <br /> <br />Im on the edge now <br />On the edge of reason <br />In a city that never sleeps. <br />I''m in a dream, I will never wake up. <br /> <br />Behind the mask are smeared mascara drops. <br />Behind the mask and the charade of colour. <br />Behind the mask holds another girl. <br />Another girl lost<br /><br />Gracey Newman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-vegas-2/
