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to take away my only escape from this distorted captive memory.
she has lost sight as to what we would become.
seen yet not envisioned, our wandering brings us absent tranquility.
i'll lie, smile, and pretend to be there.
but i am noting more than an empty casket sick of the fate it's led to shelter
waiting for it's owner to finally sink
beyond the coral graves of those i last lost.
but there are no other chances left to bury.
i choose to hold authority, with a misguided glare
i bleed, i bleed
and im sick of my journey
i guess its too late to try now, i have lost my love
my only hope, my promising future.
it withers away like blossoms in the spring
leave, give up, this foreshadow has forsaken me
and leaves the key to my fractured hopes
none lies more graciously than the torment that brings me what i truly deserve
i finally win love, in treason, only to be taken away.
Forget it. Just forget what it was
that brought me to my knees, my feet. That crippled my arms, and bent my ankles.
Snow flakes fall gently, yet burn like falling embers
through the only visions that dreamt your presence.
repent! repent! repent!
Just take it all away.
She blatantly regrets the love she once shed
that nurtures the remaining pieces of an abandoned echo.
But the distant shadows and grieving clouds make use of her forgotten lover
as he sleeps against these frozen gates, forced to take stance against his own mortality.
To return these remnant pearls for a chance to remember what it was like to dream again
is worth every last goodbye, to return, once more beneath her will.
But to lend her this redemption finds higher meaning to this trust
and i will never grow so old again.
she has lost sight as to what we would become.
seen yet not envisioned, our wandering brings us absent tranquility.
i'll lie, smile, and pretend to be there.
but i am noting more than an empty casket sick of the fate it's led to shelter
waiting for it's owner to finally sink
beyond the coral graves of those i last lost.
but there are no other chances left to bury.
i choose to hold authority, with a misguided glare
i bleed, i bleed
and im sick of my journey
i guess its too late to try now, i have lost my love
my only hope, my promising future.
it withers away like blossoms in the spring
leave, give up, this foreshadow has forsaken me
and leaves the key to my fractured hopes
none lies more graciously than the torment that brings me what i truly deserve
i finally win love, in treason, only to be taken away.
Forget it. Just forget what it was
that brought me to my knees, my feet. That crippled my arms, and bent my ankles.
Snow flakes fall gently, yet burn like falling embers
through the only visions that dreamt your presence.
repent! repent! repent!
Just take it all away.
She blatantly regrets the love she once shed
that nurtures the remaining pieces of an abandoned echo.
But the distant shadows and grieving clouds make use of her forgotten lover
as he sleeps against these frozen gates, forced to take stance against his own mortality.
To return these remnant pearls for a chance to remember what it was like to dream again
is worth every last goodbye, to return, once more beneath her will.
But to lend her this redemption finds higher meaning to this trust
and i will never grow so old again.