When the music fades.
When I'm lowered.
When my eyes cast a porcelain glaze.
It's not over.
Taken my last breath today
All my troubles fly away.
I hope you're there.
Brushing flies through my hair.
Everything becomes a blur.
Forever now I'm sober.
Cross my arms and spread the dirt.
No mamma, it doesn't hurt.
No longer will I take your space.
Paint a smile on my face.
Delivery me from all my fears.
While my memory disappears.
I hope you're there.
It's not over.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
When the music fades.
When I'm lowered.
When my eyes cast a porcelain glaze.
It's not over.
Taken my last breath today
All my troubles fly away.
I hope you're there.
Brushing flies through my hair.
Everything becomes a blur.
Forever now I'm sober.
Cross my arms and spread the dirt.
No mamma, it doesn't hurt.
No longer will I take your space.
Paint a smile on my face.
Delivery me from all my fears.
While my memory disappears.
I hope you're there.
It's not over.
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