The days shadows grew long
The perfect dream was evermore
My tears fell like the softest rain
Returning a soul from its hellish war
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As I stand staring into the mirror
A silent reflection shows me its view
Of someone that seems very familiar
Or at least someone that I once knew
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The banks had been battered by the oceans waves, day after day, for years longer than I remember.  I lived here, so the rage of the water crashing against the boulders lying
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The glow of the moon lit the room ever so slow, my nightstand taking on a life of its own, with delicate shadows dancing around each object, reflecting its scene, awake I am now
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A few more miles, and at home I shall be
With blood on thy hands
There, I left him, for all of the world to see
No, this wasn’t by chance
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A river of deep flows what seems a mile below
Above is a bridge, only to a few is it known
Deep in a forest as dark as the night
It is here that I learned the secret of life
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Waking up, rainy day, only cloudy skies and soggy ground make it different than others…
Wiping sleep from my eyes, across the room I stumble, as if walking for the first time
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Wretched, wrecked, warped his mind may surely be...
Disgusted, determined, detailed vengeance he will seek...
Wronged he fucking was, this one thing is certainly sure...
Ending her pathetic life, nothing could be of any more pure
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I want to scream out...
I want to call your name...
I want to be there...
I want to be your blame
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