This terror of the night stirs me
Though my rest was light
Almost sleepless
A lost cause in the dark
Gripped by this frustration
These eyes let me weep
Though silently
I shake and die inside
And when the song becomes
Too much
I slice what is bothering
And let it escape
A crimson tear
In hindsight
I’m sick
And happy
How does it compare?
To what I have now
But what do I have left now?
















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Maintains perfection all the way through.
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Oh, let her fade.
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Oh, let her fade.
In hindsight
I’m sick
And happy
How does it compare?
To what I have now
i really like these lines ...
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- annihilated with one twist of my trick scissors -
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Oh, let her fade.
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thats what she said
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thats what she said
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Oh, let her fade.
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