I’ll never truly be ready The air is thick, my breath is unsteady Blurred vision, palms are sweaty The weight on my shoulders is overwhelmingly heavy Hope beacons through speech Peaking through bars in the dark Golden glowing hands are just out of reach U...
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Pool of blood all on the floorYou'll be missed? Not even sureEvery word I hear that's toldSeems to surprise my damaged soulThe things you say and things I hear Seem to be the thing I fearYou told me once now tell me twice What's the reason for my cries Lo...