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Peering deep into a mirror untrue, Showing one part me, one part you Shatter the mirror to change my face Or at least settle chaos into grace But if very piece has a place It wont change the way this face betrays The human being behind the name Lead astray by our past that still shouts A sickness i wish i could live without A thickness we can both warn others about One that keeps all the rays of sunlight out Resembling the bruise that keeps me from you even a mirror seems incapable of showing the truth Feels like the entire universe is just a lie too I sink into twilight in the red afternoon So Descend the darkened stairways of my heart If you can break through all the knotted parts, Manoeuvre  not to trip  as my heartbeat quickens, Manage to breathe while my  blood slowly thickens And you'll find it there on the shelf, unsung Tucked away like all the things we've never done You kan take it all and i wont spoil your fun A small sacrifice for the hate we've become Through which ill remain ever so slightly insane Seduced and scorned by the laws of fate to never forget or even for a second escape The furrowed brow that makes your face
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
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Peering deep into a mirror untrue, Showing one part me, one part you Shatter the mirror to change my face Or at least settle chaos into grace But if very piece has a place It wont change the way this face betrays The human being behind the name Lead astray by our past that still shouts A sickness i wish i could live without A thickness we can both warn others about One that keeps all the rays of sunlight out Resembling the bruise that keeps me from you even a mirror seems incapable of showing the truth Feels like the entire universe is just a lie too I sink into twilight in the red afternoon So Descend the darkened stairways of my heart If you can break through all the knotted parts, Manoeuvre  not to trip  as my heartbeat quickens, Manage to breathe while my  blood slowly thickens And you'll find it there on the shelf, unsung Tucked away like all the things we've never done You kan take it all and i wont spoil your fun A small sacrifice for the hate we've become Through which ill remain ever so slightly insane Seduced and scorned by the laws of fate to never forget or even for a second escape The furrowed brow that makes your face
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
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