Smile in the face of adversity
while inside it takes the best of me
tragedy has become my new reality
Inside its cold, my heart frozen
I sleep on a hundred roses while hanging on a thousand crosses
my past meets my future
beauty and pain all sound the same
they all die together
I vanish along with them
Serenade me with pleasure and sweet harmony
as I die a bitter death
dying to find out who I am supposed to be
Looking in the mirror as I face my worst enemy
Inside its cold and Ice seems warm to me
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
Smile in the face of adversity
while inside it takes the best of me
tragedy has become my new reality
Inside its cold, my heart frozen
I sleep on a hundred roses while hanging on a thousand crosses
my past meets my future
beauty and pain all sound the same
they all die together
I vanish along with them
Serenade me with pleasure and sweet harmony
as I die a bitter death
dying to find out who I am supposed to be
Looking in the mirror as I face my worst enemy
Inside its cold and Ice seems warm to me
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