you try so hard to build this up
but it always
I've been working at these knots for a long time
Trying
ten finger fist
in a room that's full of silence
in a
waiting for a reason
watching the seasons change
when will it be
so-long to good old yesterday
it's been real but time will
pushing outward and seeping in
no one's falling
it's left within
time keeps
20 minutes to showtime
a face in perfect pain
his nerves are
the last days approaching, drawing nearer, searchin' for an answer
for days upon time for days upon time, we could
does it hurt to be alone?
coz i can't do this
hear my cries, and fix my eyes, into Your Word,
i'm alright with this
choosing to exist
and i will savor every
as days are getting shorter, and nights won't seem to
see for yourself and take a look up close
take a
the less i become
the more you're becoming
my name next to
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