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everyone holds an angel, helpless without wings
and sometimes in the distance you can hear a faint heartbeat
why should i be the one that listens until its deafening
when i could just get lost in myself and live through my sleep
my thoughts creep outside my mind into the night
and its what wakes me up to greet the starless sky
as long as the room is cold ill be just fine
but the beauty is the heat that keeps me tired
vacant blue eyes open acknowledging the silence
because all of the little kids have become so quiet
ive grown to only see their shadows on the wall
when the sun rises its like they were never there at all.
and sometimes in the distance you can hear a faint heartbeat
why should i be the one that listens until its deafening
when i could just get lost in myself and live through my sleep
my thoughts creep outside my mind into the night
and its what wakes me up to greet the starless sky
as long as the room is cold ill be just fine
but the beauty is the heat that keeps me tired
vacant blue eyes open acknowledging the silence
because all of the little kids have become so quiet
ive grown to only see their shadows on the wall
when the sun rises its like they were never there at all.