Five lives dead and gone
We breathe out of key and
Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern
So much for breathing,
My cloud nine fell from grace.
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words
To those adorned with
thousand miles
forgetting
anything
everything
wheels racing
black clou
In retrospect,
I reflect,
But I am to blind to see,
I
For the dying beautiful,
And the infinite end...
I never got
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
And
Please love, just come home again
Just let this one
Dear, I'll stay gold just to keep these pasts at
There was nothing that I ever wanted more,
Than for you
There was nothing that I ever wanted more
than for
You never loved me
now I cannot lie down in that
Let me live
Leave me be
Let me live
Leave me
You haunt
And like that heart that got in the way
I'll become
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