woke up alone in my bed, doesn't matter how the scars multiply, or how the mold is bred, I want to go somewhere where everything is still, a place where sound can kill, where my thoughts won't echo, where I don't have to say a word, and I can sit and stare, where beauty is mine to keep, glass flowers brake and vinil tears, no one will bother my sleep, in a sky of needle tears,
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doesn't matter how the scars multiply,
or how the mold is bred,
I want to go somewhere where everything is still,
a place where sound can kill,
where my thoughts won't echo,
where I don't have to say a word,
and I can sit and stare,
where beauty is mine to keep,
glass flowers brake and vinil tears,
no one will bother my sleep,
in a sky of needle tears,
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