I lost an ardent hunger for an honest name.
Caught searching misadventure with a stubborn frame.
(Still I try) To sow every mistake so I can harvest all the shame.
So I left downtown to suffer and sink alone.
Claiming the heart of a martyr with a head of stone.
(The cold it burned much stronger than the year before)
And hardened the kid at the core.
But I find, that history pauses and waits for my breathing to slowly return from its obvious heaving.
My memory mirrors a world in a transient glare.
Wait, I never meant to stay.
I'm counting the days.
I never meant to say.
I'm counting down the days.
In my life, 'til memory mirrors a world in a violent light.
But history pauses and waits for my breathing to slowly return from its obvious heaving.
My memory mirrors a world in a transient glare.
I never lied.
I never said I did.
A fitting time.
To bleed from inside.
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