| What is wrong with her eyes?
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| A glossy stare that won’t leave me be starts my blood running cold
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| A gaze that could make hell freeze over…
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| I have to understand she’s gone…
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| But she’s not!
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| Don’t you tell me that she is dead!
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| Watch her lips softly move because she’s still whispering to me!
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| …And something here is not quite right…
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| Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes
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| But I cannot stand to turn away
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| When I do, she’ll be gone…
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| It’s frightening…
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| Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door…
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| They’ll be here soon
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| I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding
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| I wish I’d stop looking behind me
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| Running now will only make it worse…
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| They’ll be here soon
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| I wish I could shake the awful feeling
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| I wish my mind would stop…
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| Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me
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| As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
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| Paint abandons canvas
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| And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch
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| As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
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| I won’t…
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| Shaking as I rest her body down
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| No one knows, only me…
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| It’s frightening…
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| Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door…
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| They’ll be here soon
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| I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding
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| I wish I’d stop looking behind me
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| Running now will only make it worse…
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| They’ll be here soon
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| I wish I could shake the awful feeling
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| I wish my mind would stop…
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| Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me
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| As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
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| Paint abandons canvas
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| And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch
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| As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
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| Why should I even try to stop the collapse? |
| Why should I even try?
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| There’s a madman glaring straight at me!
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| Oh I know I’ve seen his face before…
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| I am sure I’ve seen his face before…
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| Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me
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| As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
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| Paint abandons canvas
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| And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch
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| As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
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| I won’t… |