(tragedy!)
and I hear the cries
but I don't see the reason
Here is my ribbon
bleeding black.
Dripping ashes of the innocent
not much
Time goes by just waiting here to say goodbye,
Its just
and it is only in my dreams
that I permit myself
recite a prayer
look up towards heaven
and with shame
feel
early years consist of only silence
his image is buried beneath
take my august
take a match
give it life
hand me ashes with
and yet another page filled with sorrow
attempting to sympathize
with anyone
And I've begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually
And with
rip my eyes out
this curse has stolen my home
don't doubt
beautified
they're hidden underneath a heavy disguise
we idolize these fraudulen
(tragedy!)
I hear the cries
but I don't see the
Hey there, tough day? looks to me like you’ve been
Shot
Get up get up now here we go
Dance to her
rip my eyes out
this curse has stolen my home
don't doubt
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