Strengthen your grip under my skin.
I can't say I never wanted this.
Please open your eyes dear, you're distant.
Just once more before your body rests.
Over the tree line
(A birds eye view, a suicide)
I'm not sure how we ended up ahead of the weather, but lost in the light.
This dream within, you're paralyzed.
The landscape, it stretched, as I chewed on my fingertips.
Flares over lakes where the distance fell in sheets of rain.
I'll admit that I could see myself, but only in delays.
Take a trip as far north as the ground permits.
The cost of escape is my sense has gone dead .
Over the tree line
(A birds eye view, a suicide)
I'm not sure how we ended up ahead of the weather, but lost in the light.
This dream within, you're paralyzed.
The last thing you said to me was "don't be so selfish."
I can't say I never asked for this.
(I know I lied when I said it'd be alright, but I was scared and you were broken. The glass cut your skin like you once tried. But you were scared, and now you're broken.)
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