after morning had set
have become dirty wounds that won't heal
and the choices that i have to make
are the ones that are real
seems that bodies are cast
from the first to the last
in remembrance of forgotten things
caught behind all the thoughts in our eyes
are the songs we can't sing
sunken low, i'm high
never more shall we part
now the end is the start
of existence where every thing's new
but i'd trade it all in for a chance
at living with you
sunken low, i'm high
foreign language is spent
i've got sins to repent
i remember i felt happy once
but my body and mind have burnt out
i just want it to stop
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