| The blank page and the heart that beats dead
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| Resuscitating useless dead ends
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| Letters from a prison cell bleed black
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| Darkness illustrated, empty inside
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| Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?
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| Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?
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| Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home
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| I am truly alone
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| Are there ears to hear me
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| Crying out in the dark?
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| Is there a hand to pull me
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| Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
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| Flatlines draw an attempt to color us right back together
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| Nooses tying up loose ends like stories that were never penned
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| Resuscitating useless dead ends
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| Bleed Black
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| My heart has hardened to stone
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| I believe I am truly alone
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| Could I have stretched my hand to pull you back?
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| Could I have spoken a word to dry your tears at last?
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| Slip through my fingers, orphaned from home
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| I am truly alone
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| Are there ears to hear me
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| Crying out in the dark?
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| Is there a hand to pull me
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| Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow?
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| Are there ears to hear me
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| Crying out in the dark?
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| Is there a hand to pull me
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| Out of the sea, the sea of sorrow? |