A worthless pride, a type of numb shadow
To hide in the depths of another’s soul
Pieces of my heart, flowing down the stream
If I could only chase it, but no it’s a waste
If flows to the house, on top of the hill
Full of the dreams of the inferior
To go to heaven where the angels fly
I won’t dare to imagine, a world of painless fury
A place of darkness, the reaper calls
My home, I wish I couldn’t claim
The flower on my bed, laid there by the ones who cared
Welcome me to sleep again
The sun is rising and I must go
To lay in my casket and shut the out the world,
That I no longer know
 
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