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[redemption_song]

surreal life

outside there is nothing
inside is dead
my heart has stopped beating
empty is my head
my palms do not sweat
my feet are without pace
no air in my lungs
no expression on my face
no tears left to cry
no blood in my veins
a soul without worry
without love, without pain
dying alone, i thought would be different
there are no harps, no gates
no place after this
there is only now
there is only us
we have so few moments
why argue and fuss
a life of my choosing
the choice i made was you
i hope i don't disappoint
as i tend to do
to hurt you tortures me
to love you and make you my wife
means one day there will be an end
to my surreal life