The aftermath that consumes me:
it leaves me with nothing but dust
in a place were hearts can thrive and be without anger.
So how much can my heart take
before, like glass, it breaks?
Its only a matter of time before it's beats expire.
it leaves me with nothing but dust
in a place were hearts can thrive and be without anger.
So how much can my heart take
before, like glass, it breaks?
Its only a matter of time before it's beats expire.
Believe me
from these feelings I don't want this
to be the end of everything that I now miss.
Soon I will learn to repair what's' been broken
(all I want, all I want)
My conscience now ashames me
and reminds me of what I've done.
The things that I can't take back are the things that keep me frozen
and in this state I bleed, suffocate, and bleed for forgiveness as my hope
recedes that the ice will melt and I will freeze no longer
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