With every breath I take
Reality brings,
Bright eyes, smooth skin.
So what is left from this,
A bottle of broken self.
In a moment it'll all be gone,
'Til the next time when it all comes back.
Come on,
Feed a lie,
Watch the birth,
Kiss the dirt.
Kiss it.
Next time has come and gone,
What will bring the end,
A promise thrown into the night,
Or a little reminder.
So what is left from this,
A bottle of broken self.
In a moment it'll all be gone,
'Til the next time when it all comes back.
Feed a lie,
Watch the birth,
Kiss the dirt.
Kiss it.
Searching through these pieces,
Looking for your shadow.
Getting closer all the time.
Countless words,
In a sea of explanation,
Flailing to grasp,
A rock (to stand).
Should of let you go
Searching through these pieces,
Looking for your shadow.
Getting closer all the time.
Feed a lie,
Watch the birth.
Kiss the dirt.
The night bleeds day, With every breath I take Reality brings, Bright eyes, smooth skin. So what is left from this, A bottle of broken self. In a moment it'll all be gone, 'Til the next time when it all comes back. Come on, Feed a lie, Watch the birth, Kiss the dirt. Kiss it. Next time has come and gone, What will bring the end, A promise thrown into the night, Or a little reminder. So what is left from this, A bottle of broken self. In a moment it'll all be gone, 'Til the next time when it all comes back. Feed a lie, Watch the birth, Kiss the dirt. Kiss it. Searching through these pieces, Looking for your shadow. Getting closer all the time. Countless words, In a sea of explanation, Flailing to grasp, A rock (to stand). Should of let you go Searching through these pieces, Looking for your shadow. Getting closer all the time. Feed a lie, Watch the birth. Kiss the dirt. Explain Request ×
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