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Feb 2011
Welcome to my world.
I appologize,
It's crumbling down,
Before my eyes.
Another year passes,
But I'm still barely scraping by.
And now I'm forced to watch the candle drown,
Before I can let out a cry.

Life is nothing,
Without love so real.
Can you taste that sweet venom on my tongue.
What you hold inside,
Of your fragile life,
Is misery.
Chew all that you bite off,
It pleases me.
I envy tasting,
The time we're wasting.

How can I let you die?
Your life is in my hands.
I can't just watch you die.
But I have to run away.
There's some things that I can't face.

Death means nothing,
Without love so real.
Can you taste that venom from my tongue?
We all die.
We all say goodbye,
To the ones we love.

How can I let you die?
Your life is in my hands.
I can't just watch you die.
But I have to run away.
There's some things that I can't face.

I'll keep you in my heart.
Never out of sight.
(There's some things that I can't face.)
I'll never watch you crawl,
Down into the night.
(There's some things that I can't face.)

Why can't I let go of my past?
I walked with one foot in the cemetary.
Gray skies shadow every grove.
I try,
Because I can't let you free from your fate.
Free from your faith.
Free from your hate,
Free from your chains.

I'll keep you in my heart.
Never out of sight.
(There's some things that I can't face.)
I'll never watch you crawl,
Down into the night.
(There's some things that I can't face.)

Welcome to my world.
I appologize it's crumbling down,
Before my eyes.
Before my eyes.
This song is a difficult one for me.  The coward who acted on lust with my ex wife was once my best friend.  I wrote this when his father passed away from cancer some years back.  I've done all I can to find another meaning behind it for myself, and I'm happy to report that it has not been a futile effort.  Again...Thank you Matt Storm for your incredible contributions.
Phil Midnight
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