Sometimes I Think Of The Old Days
Sometimes I think of the old days
Those where your eyes were nothing more than an unsolved mystery
Back when your mind was Inaccessible and your heart refused to give in
What have I done? What have I done? To you.
I'm an abyss, everything comes in but nothing ever comes back out
I'll suck your soul and crash it into little pieces of lost hopes and big dreams
Will I ever be enough?
Am I dragging you into this unbearable insignificance?
Should I set you free from the curse of ordinary and mundane?
There in the crowd, we're just a number. Only that and nothing more. No one will jump or shout or cry to our command.
And that's the awful truth, maybe we're only meant to see the life from afar. No spotlights. No curtain call.
The guilt always comes creeping in. I'm secretly so happy in this eternal nothingness. My heart rest warm in your pain.
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The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. Death and life. Everywhere, opposites.
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