stop. take a breath. time to relapse, to recap, to unleash repressed memories.
let them flow, before they grow and the insomnia gains victory.
hide your face, don't let them see, what tragedy was made of the,
tattered, torn, broken, worn, she is nothing but a puppet.
now cut those strings, and with the key, unleash yourself from this morality,
save yourself, spread those wings, before they see how far you've fallen.
and leave behind those silly dreams, that you and him were meant to be.
detached from them, now you'll see, he was only but your master.
broken record, sing to me, of past joys and youthful scenery,
replay them in my head, before i go to bed,
so i can finally rest, without the constant dread,
that he will find me.
let them flow, before they grow and the insomnia gains victory.
hide your face, don't let them see, what tragedy was made of the,
tattered, torn, broken, worn, she is nothing but a puppet.
now cut those strings, and with the key, unleash yourself from this morality,
save yourself, spread those wings, before they see how far you've fallen.
and leave behind those silly dreams, that you and him were meant to be.
detached from them, now you'll see, he was only but your master.
broken record, sing to me, of past joys and youthful scenery,
replay them in my head, before i go to bed,
so i can finally rest, without the constant dread,
that he will find me.
-Michy.<3
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