| Beneath charcoal skies my thoughts they roll and slowly fade with time
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| I thought I saw you near, called your name forgetting you’d never hear
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| My words resonate and dance among the void that filled your place
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| It’s the little things that grow into the demons that haunt my days
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| This vacancy in my chest
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| Is burning through and the bliss and the will that I have left
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| You know that misery brings company that’s not who I am
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| But if regret becomes hope then I will torment the masses
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| My last words echo over and over
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| Wish I could bring you back
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| My last words echo over and over
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| The past is the past wish I could forget
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| Passed on, but the past isn’t gone
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| I carry all the wrong we’ve done
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| Each resentment like a stone
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| Guess what
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| I put your picture back up
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| It reminds me of what I should have said
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| I’ll make sure I don’t forget
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| Off track
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| Without a map in my hand
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| I try to find my pride and define independence
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| Bow down to the sense of remorse
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| I need to stand my ground
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| To hold the weight of insanity
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| Agony is my reality
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| Agony is my reality
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| Step down stand and let me breathe
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| Agony is my reality
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| My last words echo over and over
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| Wish I could bring you back
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| My last words echo over and over
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| The past is the past wish I could forget
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| Lying in this half empty bed between barely alive and halfway to dead
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| Beat down broken and dragged through the mud
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| With one wing dipped in gold and the other in blood
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| I will never be whole
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| Lying in this half empty bed between barely alive and halfway to dead
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| Beat down broken and dragged through the mud
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| With one wing dipped in gold and the other in blood
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| My last words echo over and over
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| Wish I could bring you back
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| My last words echo over and over
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| The past is the past wish I could forget |