And as the night begins
We all hear the voices in our heads
Telling us to end it all
Breaking yourself away
We listen and we begin
But then the light of day appears
And we drop the glass
Fallen to sleep
Left to hear them again
Another night
The same voice
Different but similar commands
You drift off
Where no one else understands
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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Inverno houra Roselia
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