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sleeplike within self-made hells and heavens
cursed beds holding damned kids and their crying lovers
read your poems to the wall of your condemned rooms
or sweep them away if those lines mean anything to you
carve some words into your limbs
if you are ready to write any hymns
for these pretty eyed kids and their clenched fists
i swear i never wanted to write this song again
but fighting the world trough a song keeps me sane
it's 4 am and i am salting wounds with our demise
and i am sure you don't wanna know this mad man's mind
is that so-called 'love' all i've ever had?
will it be the only thing i'll ever have?
the empty mirrors,the saddest songs,
the flickering light,all my right and wrongs
your shameful faces,my overactive thoughts,
my long lost innocence- thanks to all of you,you fucks
all of my secrets are dragging me down
i am the most apathetic silhouette of this ghost town
and without words i've promised too much
can you feel,my dear...
my cold,cold touch?
"i'm sorry darling,
i fucking tried
and in case if you didn't know :
you have my heart
when i couldn't talk this was all i wanted to say..."
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(we are your forgotten heartbreaks
and we're here to haunt all of your days
we won't rest until your're insane
because we promised we won't shriek in vain)
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everyday kalopsia
02:34
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but i woke up next to you the other day
and nothing was the same,
somehow nothing's ever changed
so i have to ask this once again:
"is there a point in composing depressing refrains?"
and i know you would say:
"yes,my dear,otherwise there's a big chance
we'll go completly insane"
who would frame the lives of these kids without fate?
who would hum a song about love,life,trust and faith
when we all just can't relate?
this is getting so nostalgic
who are we supposed to be?
we are all we left here-
a remixed version of our tragedy
hollowness is dripping as the clock counts
my myriad late night fights
seconds became decades,thanks for this plague
you say we can't understand
and here's our shallow end
i am truly fucked to hell
it's desperate,it became counterfeit
and it's the biggest non-sense
this is the most severe that we felt
this is my hands shredding through our chests
to skin the love from our hearts
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