Im a tortured soul
An ever-growing black hole
Take away my peace
Have I regressed to something I detest
Cause of the way
Take my breath away
Take my thoughts away
Take my love way
But
Every day I wake up to pictures of your face
Youre
I am a shadow of what I could be
I hide
Ive been waiting for you all of my life
Ive been
Angels at my feet, asked me to take a seat
Got
You came with smiles and gifts of sweet word
You came
Quicksilver Lake, where I got my first break
I was fast
Who stole my image from my looking glass?
Was it you
Im used to being in control
To being wanted and never
Always though there was time
To sit, relax and talk
But now
All the time I wanted you to see
What you would
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