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The things you thought you could forget come back to get you in the end. I try but find it hard to sleep. I try but I... Some can forgive, some can forget, but some ride things out until their enemies are dead. My mind is tired of the things it's seen. If I ever dream a small paragraph of words I'll write them down and burn them in your honor. I'll set this stage aflame, then I'll watch you die, burned at the stake for the things that you said that you were, but you never were. I'll never sleep right. Then I see your smile by my angel's eyes. I stabbed out your eyes for the things that you said that you saw but were never there. It's burned into my mind. I try but find it hard to sleep because your face is branded in my mind. And all my secrets that I keep prove that they'll never fade with time. My mind is tired of the things it's seen. If I ever dream a monochrome symphony I'll embrace it, for you are there with me and I'll never be the same. I'll set this stage aflame, then I'll watch you die, burned at the stake for the things that you said that you were, but you never were. I'll never sleep right. Then I see your smile by my angel's eyes. I stabbed out your eyes for the things that you said that you saw but were never there. It's burned into my mind. You can't... You can't be me. I'll set this stage aflame, then I'll watch you die, burned at the stake for the things that you said that you were, but you never were. I'll never sleep right. Then I see your smile by my angel's eyes. I stabbed out your eyes for the things that you said that you saw but were never there. It's burned into my mind. You stand so tall for someone so lost.
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