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With Broken Wings

her brown hair, She is faking That the feeling he gives her is real As the floor underneath the bed is Breaking She will finish what she starts with "

not much can be said for us after what we have done a backfire of potential success years and years of development gone I hope you're satisfied with

early years consist of only silence his image is buried beneath a falling sun a cold day another holiday your minutes turned into empty hours (years

rip my eyes out this curse has stolen my home don't doubt the world for your own actions will determine when I will kill you jump off this cliff it'

Tragedy! And I hear the cries But I don't see the reasons to which These cries should lead me to A tragedy A crowd gathers as I look with curiosity

my death annually and with no control I watch my grave grow deeper (what this world holds back...) I've begun my misery I celebrate my death annually and with

you hear me?) I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone I'm flying with broken wings I'm flying alone

(tragedy!) and I hear the cries but I don't see the reason to which these cries should lead me to a tragedy a crowd gathers as I run with curiosity and

death annually And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper. (What is wrong with me..) And I've begun my misery. I celebrate my death annually And with