I want to write a song today from six feet under here.
Won’t paint to kill the dead saints but I want to make it clear
that I’ve been praying in the dark while lying in this grave,
and wishing the bathwater clean in hopes that it can save.

I hope to finally find the strength. I know I have to try,
but so far every effort yields the gist of one big lie.
That’s why I’m here, I’ve learned t...

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It’s a feeling that has no words to describe,

when the late autumn leaves fade color.

Quietly waving a final goodbye

in the chill as morning mist hovers.

It’s something between a pure feeling of peace

and a loneliness down to the bone.

Perfect tranquility rests on the air,

but the sadness won’t leave you alone.

Life has a way of drifting in waves,

up and dow...

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