Stare at the broken reflection
Wishing we were lost
Here lies the album
Torn pictures now seem shot
Begging now for what we live for
Counting down the collapse of the floor
Closer now the nauseas creep
Quiet now we softly speak
My myth, your magic
Not quite the way we palnned
Last kiss, seems tragic
Cant this cure the damned
My myth, your magic
Will you ever understand
Last kiss, seem tragic
Am I the weaker man
When every nightmare calls out to you
I'll be far from here
Exhaust the roots of confession
Before the dead appear
Seamless portraits hide much more
What I have in store
Dying moment, will it ever end
This sickness, contagious
This hate within
I never wanted to believe
I saw only my own dream
The fragile world you built for me
Shattered in my agony
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