every night i pray for survival and and you forfit the revival of the songs you used to play so remember where you came from because one day you will be there again
in the face of reminiscing i think of her as tall. just incase she's listening i'll admit it was my fault she believes all that i tell her i wouldn't want to hurt her again
and i was never sure of the way my life would go it was that all i would know i can't really tell you what would happen if i tried to admit to myself that a part of me has died.
i can see the sun is melting as she slowly fades away but there was just no helping all the words i tried to say if there was we would have made it there can be no turning back now
so it's off with good intentions and until i find the place where i belong should have guessed it would have taken a couple times or more before i'd know
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