Arent you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream all the stars right outa the sky?
And distroy the prettiest stary night.
On the evening that i die...
After all these images of pain I've come back to you
I will kiss every scar and weep that your NOT alone
and ill show that place in my chest where my heart
still tries to beat. It still tries
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