From fearful deaths to picture of you becoming the formal background.
I never went back, you and me.
Tired souls, hold each other soon.
"I awoke
Only to find my lungs empty
And through the night
So it seems I'm not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down
And I'm afraid
To sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I'll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I'm breaking down"
High off of you, oh, these recurring dreams I wish to escape.
Dreaming about the past and former mistakes I may have made in the last two hours.
I have a rage inside, a war declared on me since birth.
My fault, my bridge, my fire.
"I've become
A simple souvenir of someone's kill
And like the sea
I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole"
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