Sometimes I try.
But the truth gets lost.
Between the emptiness.
And the lies.
Like a burning angel.
Dancing in the rain.
Like your own reflection.
Stareing back in the windowpane.
What if I said that I.
Was already dead inside.
And my only friend.
Was the night.
Would you still be mine?
Till the end of time?
I lose myself inside.
Sometimes.
Like a lonely flag.
Blowing in the breeze.
Like a hardened soldier.
Brought down to his knees.
Whatever we've become.
Whatever we've became.
Shines in the sun.
But noone can ever.
Reach the flames.
What if I said that I.
Was already dead inside.
And my only friend.
Was the night.
Would you still be mine?
Till the end of time?
I lose it deep inside.
Sometimes we face the nights.
And let the days just slip away.
Sometimes we want to know exactly.
What it is they'll say.
When we die.
Sometimes I try.
But the truth gets lost.
Between the emptiness.
And the lies.

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