you run,you're running from the hands.the hands that holdyour time.slowly
i'm bent down, i'm here on one knee,forgive me for
sky's falling down,as i fight gravity.but it's not enough to
you're my wish, you're my dreams again.one last chance to
to open up my eyes will reveal the lies.all i've
this phone call changes everything.it's bad news,i knew just what
something desired is longing for.but something so happy, is shot
(i scream when you're away from me)this is me, and
this is all simply useless,it's all in vain.i'm not what
how was i supposed to knownot to take this ride?i've
what's that noise?it's just me inside your head.whispering poetry, this
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