I sit at the edge of my bed, I can not sleep,
These nighttimes become so ridiculous...

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I cannot cope with the words you speak...

My dear this is the end, what is left to be said?
We knew how this would end, me alive and you dead...

Broken hearts and broken dreams,
Trying to see through bloodshot eyes...

I saw you standing behind a curtain of stars,
Will we know if the best is yet to come...

Quiet thoughts near this small bedroom light,
Hoping against hope this picture comes to life...

Fallen angel from the sky, sadder than the last...
With tears of blood and wings of black...

Nothing is easy anymore,
Not since I was forced to live like this...