I see an end
Our sun will dive
Blood alone won't bring
I've seen better days, yeah
So says the mirror
It's hard to
Somebody's leaving
Somebody gives a damn
Sombody's dreaming
Cause somebody kn
You think you know me, Got me figured out.
You're casting
Its got me on my head again.
Close can be
Build a wall from me
Your words are mortar and limestone
One
I didnt say I love you when I had the
I guess I gave my best for the both of
You could offer me patients or violence
You could offer me
Watching you sleep, are you awake anymore
Can you hear me,
Im scared to look down
Never been so high
And I cant
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