look to the sky
I looked to the sky wonder why oh why time has passed me by and I'm alone this time but I'm a ride or die I'm a rare one why a diamond in the sky words can't hurt me this time Pain's a siren, wailing in the night Echoes of shattered glass, cutting through my light I'm a map of scars, every line a story told Lost in the haze, where the bruises grow old. Fires whisper secrets, flames that lick the floor Burning down the temples, where I once prayed for more The ache's a monster, breathing in the dark Feeding on the fragments, of a love that left its mark. I'm a puppet with strings cut, dancing on the wall Shadows play the puppeteer, twisting my every fall The pain's a drumbeat, pounding in my chest A rhythm of rawness, where my weaknesses rest. In the hollow of my bones, a storm is breeding space Winds that howl like wolves, chasing the ghosts of pace I wear the wreckage, like a tattered cloak But in the unraveling, maybe I'll find a crooked joke. ,
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I looked to the sky wonder why oh why time has passed me by and I'm alone this time but I'm a ride or die I'm a rare one why a diamond in the sky words can't hurt me this time Pain's a siren, wailing in the night Echoes of shattered glass, cutting through my light I'm a map of scars, every line a story told Lost in the haze, where the bruises grow old. Fires whisper secrets, flames that lick the floor Burning down the temples, where I once prayed for more The ache's a monster, breathing in the dark Feeding on the fragments, of a love that left its mark. I'm a puppet with strings cut, dancing on the wall Shadows play the puppeteer, twisting my every fall The pain's a drumbeat, pounding in my chest A rhythm of rawness, where my weaknesses rest. In the hollow of my bones, a storm is breeding space Winds that howl like wolves, chasing the ghosts of pace I wear the wreckage, like a tattered cloak But in the unraveling, maybe I'll find a crooked joke. ,
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