| It feels like a dream, yet I am awake
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| Weak and shivering, ready to break
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| Nothing seems like it once did
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| Bleeding sorrow is how I became to be
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| Days feel like years — No one to wipe these bleeding tears
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| Falling to my knees, nearly to the ground
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| Screaming why? |
| No answer to be found
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| Rising up, striking down, sorrow to me is bound
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| Broken circle — cutting glass
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| Laying down on broken glass
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| These feelings will never pass
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| You my love, where always there
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| I reach my arms out to pull you near
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| It’s raining cutting glass — This pain will never pass
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| Self-inflicted bleeding heart — I will not survive…
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| Broken circle — cutting glass
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| Growing stronger, knowing the way
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| Passes through my flaming heart
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| Sweet mother of god what have I done
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| My eternal love is gone
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| Grasping the moment, crushing it down
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| Blood dripping guilt, my soul is covered in filth
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| What I would give to make wrong right
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| My bleeding heart feeds on my past
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| Longing and crying for your sweet embrace
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| I can’t stand tall for what I did, so I lay my body to the ground
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| Self-destruction is what this is
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| Breaking your heart is all I can see, with that I suffer endlessly
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| All you can meant to me and all you are
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| Is now written in a single star
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| Shining down upon my face
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| Longing and crying for your sweet embrace |