opethin gecelerime eslik eden harikulade sarkisi;
in the corner beside my window
there hangs a lonely photograph
there is no reason
id never notice
a memory that could hold me back
there is a wound thats always bleeding
there is a road im always walking
and i know youll never return to this place
gone through days without talking
there is a comfort in silence
so used to losing all ambition
struggling to maintain whats left
once undone, there is only smoke
burning in my eyes to blind
to cover up what really happened
force the darkness unto me
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