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Oct 2014
and maybe as this air begins to chill once again
and maybe when the snow begins to fall on my head
maybe, god i hope, we can find a place to be
last fall and last winter found more ways to save me
but the spring dragged me out of the ground
and the nights ill never forget kept me around
and maybe one day i'll be able to fly
and maybe i'll fall, maybe i wanna die
and maybe i don't, maybe i'm just a liar
a child with no one, not even her own fire
and maybe i'm broken, maybe i'm lost
maybe i'm a mind that's been battered and tossed
someone, just hear me, and find me out here
keep me from myself, save me from the fear
i am so sick of funerals and rooms in all black
and seeing my smile in photos and taking it back
sweetheart, please hear me, don't forget about me
remind me of who i am and who i'm meant to be
i know you'll soon be gone and i'll be alone
but your heart is so pure where mine is a stone
and you're the air that i breathe every single day
and the steps that i take to create my own fate
and maybe i'm dreaming when i think that you care
and maybe believing in what's not really there
maybe inside me a good thing wants to break free
or maybe my own brain is just trying to **** me
god, i don't know anymore, i swear that i'm trying
honey, you're my lifeline, but something in me is dying
Scarlet London
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Scarlet London
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