Don’t say what you’re about to say.
Believe me, you are my fate.
And I believe you’ll find a way, or will you keep on falling until you reach the ground?
Of your lonely mind will you ever find yourself again?
And will you keep on dying until you’ve finally found a better place where you find you will not wake up again?
Cause what you see is crystal wall, what you breath is silver air, but weigh this moment with a future of your dreams no longer there.
What you see is burning black, and what you breathe is empty air, so weigh this moment with a future of your dreams no longer there…
So will you keep on falling.. until you reach the ground?
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