I dream of a beautiful awakening,
Not so misguided and withered
Where my mind bleeds creativity
And my hands doesn't bleed blood.
I wanna wear a smile so bright
That isn't so shadowed by dusk
Maybe i too wanna be blessed by this spring
And not be some burnt flesh
My shaken voice, oh so fragile...
You can almost hear the heart-wrenching cries
Where's the beauty in a pool of tears
And some messed up mascara eyes
I desperately crawl wounded to the door of that room
The room you abandoned from your light
Please can you just let me in?
And hold me , oh so tight.
Broken glasses all around me
Like broken my soul is
But what is hope without some pain
You make such misery look like a bliss
And your arms and your arms alone
Should be the moment as our last
Loathe the illusion because it had you
While I'm bleeding into the past.
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