4 acessos
No more dreams of happy endings
i can't remember ever feeling so low
breathing-only because of instinct
i don't care to open my eyes
the room blurs
the curse leaves me
as i fall into darkness
and know peace - for the first time
no more sleepless - moonlit nights
forced to forget all those childish
thoughts of love and compassion
like a weed I wither away
the room blurs
the curse leaves me
as i fall into darkness
and know peace - for the first time
no more separation from all those soulless shells
that smiled and frowned and look down on
me for not wanting to be them