swerve...
if you only knew what this word means to me
you gave it a new meaning
with your cold and silent words
you made the dreams fall to oblivion
while a sombre vision in the middle of the light
delimits the contours of an old facade,
my poor and dirty disguise

i am the stranger in this land
a decaying wonderland
where the hats you wear has thorns
but i keep my memories
like stones wrapped in newspaper
the cold wind blows as the sky decays

you changed forever
and took a part of me
the part of me that belonged to you
far away
into the sea

now a bird shifts and cracks
as i try to begin to fly
looking for a new horizon, a new place to begin in
i am now freed of your mortal memory

i will always think of you
nothing can bruise me anymore

 
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