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They Call Her, Ophelia
She dreams in fever flash,
Memories and fantasies burning holes in her retnas.
She can't let go.
Let go let go.
But release is much too far to wish for.
I am dieing in your open arms,
Don't let me fall
Don't let me fall.
Let go let go.
Temperature raises and her eyes wont open.
Fever flashes,
Heat springs tears.
Is it a dream,
Some spell you've conjured?
She cannot tell.
Let go let go.
Don't let me fall
Don't let me fall.
My heart is breaking between your fingers.
Her words are a muted prayer.
Stealer of souls
Release me from your grasp.
Let go let go.
( I used to love you, now I don't feel like myself. Let me know where you are, how you are doing, do you still care? I wanted that good bye kiss more than anything, and you denied it quicker than you'd taken anything from me. My pride is not hurt, but I ache inside. As soon as I feel I've let go, I'm quickly reminded of my worthlessness to you.)