A silent moon cobwebs
Surfaces the skyIt's time to drain the bleeding rain off my mind
A noisy curtain closes
Shadows like a ghost
It's time to kill what's still lingering in my chaos
But it's getting hard to see
With this piece of glass in me
I will never ever succumb to who you wanted me to be
I am floating in this spiral
A labyrinth of quicksands
It's time to be you and me, whoever that can be
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