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voices turn dark when whispers still call out down cold tunels with deep turns.
The tempature dropping as your breathe is washing your face with each step as you walk further and further away. This walk is not what was meant for you. Heads hang low as we all stand above you today.
And with nothing to say we just peer down and watch you lay. This is not how it should have been and you knew better. This is your end and you're done. I hope maybe there you'll understand what we meant.
You'll be silenced forever now. And i'll still wait to hear back from you.
If you can break the clouds or haunt my dreams try. And soon because of your method of escape we'll all forget this, and forget you. Goodbye.. what was your name again?
The tempature dropping as your breathe is washing your face with each step as you walk further and further away. This walk is not what was meant for you. Heads hang low as we all stand above you today.
And with nothing to say we just peer down and watch you lay. This is not how it should have been and you knew better. This is your end and you're done. I hope maybe there you'll understand what we meant.
You'll be silenced forever now. And i'll still wait to hear back from you.
If you can break the clouds or haunt my dreams try. And soon because of your method of escape we'll all forget this, and forget you. Goodbye.. what was your name again?