There was you,among what was left of it all,bleeding strangers' lives away and breathing from what will never be.There was you clinging to already woken dreams,to what one day you wished it to be.
Day after day maybe unwilling to keep on turning grey and worshiping your living grave,you still try to rejoin different pieces of broken dreaming mirrors.But the pieces would just not fit,what was left miles away won't ever return.
There you are still waiting for your thirst to be quenched,waiting for the cure to rain.In these standing bleeched skies no single drop is willing to fall.Before these skies you seem to fade away.
Day after day maybe unwilling to keep on turning grey and worshiping your living grave,you still try to rejoin different pieces of broken dreaming mirrors.But the pieces would just not fit,what was left miles away won't ever return.
There you are still waiting for your thirst to be quenched,waiting for the cure to rain.In these standing bleeched skies no single drop is willing to fall.Before these skies you seem to fade away.
Breathe in and out,a final cut for the pain.
Would you open the door and make it all go away? Would you let me in? Would you let me in?
Would you open the door and make it all go away? Would you let me in? Would you let me in?
-Blamberose
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