My lips are stained with your lies
My heart is ash,
blowing wildly in the winds you created
My soul is as black as you've painted the days
I'm void
An empty glass
And you,
You are the cunning devil
Laughing as I fall graceless
Into the flaming darkness of hell

You're dying, you know
Your memory
The way you smell
Almost gone
The flecks of colour in your eyes
Are fading
The callouses on your hands against my bare skin
Did that ever happen?
Your voice,
Could've been the wind,
Or a crows call
You're dying
If not for the sound of your heart,
Still beating in my ear,
You'd be dead already
The memory of you will fade,
And fade
A memory of a memory
I will forget your smile,
The sound of your voice,
I'll forget the way you always smell like freshly cut grass
The way you look in orange
But the sound of your heart beating,
When I laid my head on your chest. . . . .

Who are you?
Why are you here ??
Where will you be in the next 10 years
When will you get there ?
What is your purpose ?

If you worry, these things will turn into burdens
But if you hold on to them in the back of your mind
All the answers will come in time.
Look to the future and not to the past ...

These pills don't take away the pain
Yeah
These pills don't take away the pain
Ohhh girl
These pills don't take away the pain
Please help
These pills don't take away the pain

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