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Dead eyes speak in volumes
But our lips refuse move
Could this ever be the last time?
The final time that we see this through?
Give me the strength to return the breath you've stolen
Give me the means to reset
Her heart I've broken again
Reflection built upon sorrow
We're walking the darkest roads
Within chests carved with regret
In a moment I'm lost
Dying from the inside
Her eyes take me away
Tear me apart from the inside out
From the inside out
The inside out
Annons