These days,
I can feel the sand in the hourglass slipping away
Weighing down my wings and choking what I wanted to say
Meeting your eyes brings back memories I cannot face
You are a reminder of every chance I didn't take.
I can't even give myself a reason I'm not walking away
Partially healing and then scraping the scabs away
Make-believing my heart is broken, manufacturing pain
Take all your tears and save them for the matinee
But you are a reminder of each blown out candle and
You are a reminder of each worn out melody
You are a reminder of washed-away words and
How even now my bones seem so fragile and weak.
I can't even give myself a reason I'm not walking away
Partially healing and then scraping the scabs away
Make-believing my heart is broken manufacturing pain
Take al your tears and save them for the matinee
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