she was a pretty girl
who hated the night,
so when the city lights were visible
she went to bars, to grab a drink
hoping that she wouldn't sink
in her fears again,
or drown in her tears again,
or stay in her bed for years again,
so she screamed as loud as she possibly could hoping that it
would silence the voice in her, and it did/

she was just a kid really,
people saw her as young, pretty, and silly; but they didn't see the sadness that was flowing through her veins
and she was glad/

she was glad that they didn't see her when she was sad/

she was just a pretty girl who hated the night//

.
•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
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