We burn. Start over.
Ashes to this soil that we fertilize
We grow up form grace from rehearsals from a played out fall down.
With this match I'll let myself on fire the same way, every day's routine.
Like a drug to me can I possibly turn around now? This is the fallacy
I've been raised on: if I pray to god will I right my wrongs?
Cuz it seems I'm left here with these empty palms
Nevertheless I die the same, way
I can't pretend like it was ever good enough for me.
These flames bring pain. They don't get easier to bare or take with each day.
I only gain more suffering and devastated dreams, there are no angels here to save me.
If I believe in you will you grow wings and help me fly away?
Your eyes, why can't I look away.
I put my faith in your eyes.
And the faith dies
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