Fields of felicity and dreams
Replaced by a dead end
I hate that love dies
But I guess it is time
Run across the frozen cement
Pound my heart out to the Moon
Under the Night's blanket of stars
Step away from the edge
Drop my heart over it
Impaled on dirt created spikes
I admit without you
I am dead inside sometimes
Without you
I run along side the train
Sooner or later
All the beautiful things in this life
Leave you to writhe
All the beautiful things in this life
Ones that bring a tear to your eye
They'll crush you from inside
Never let your guard down
Or you'll come to a dead end in your stride
But who am I?
Just a paperdoll with pretty words
And I am making this the last time
Burning it down and I'll wither away
You don't have the burden anymore
You've nothing left to dread here
It's all yours not mine















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