The surface of a broken hand,
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a credent hand with nothing to hold
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face turns cold to the touch.
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My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor.
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When i entered your room last night, your face left me as coward.
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Now I'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me.
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I don't try because I'll fail.
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I'm just in line with the rest of admire.
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The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold.
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face turns cold to the touch.
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My face was white.
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Left alone in desolate dreams.
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Why can't I be beautiful, so you'd want to save me.
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But you're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll fucking break and take you with me.
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Take you with me.
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Those words left as stain.
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I must make you see the ugliness.
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You left your light on.
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You turned my will again.
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Just look what you've created.
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A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow.
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I'm sorry that you're part of this,
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but I can't be left alone tonight.
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I can't be left alone tonight.
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Turns Cold To The Touch
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| Bleeding Through |
