2 birds one stone
It's crazed the way
Life can turn into these shades of grey
Love can turn to hate,
and take away the words we wanna say..
Apologies are shallow
Ankle deep inside the ocean
All emotions in a bottle
thrown to sea and now they're floating..
Standing frozen like a snowman,
It's the winter at it's coldest
Only men with empty hearts
without a soul could ever know this
It's a funeral of feeling,
As I kneel around the roses
taking sips of liquid healing
It gets realer every dosage
And i see her! Yes! I see her!
As she's laying in the casket,
Filled with words, and subtle curses,
that remind me i'm bastard
Maybe it's my german blood,
A product of my history,
But raised with different values,
so my actions are a mystery
Or indeed they maybe arent
Among the shadows ive been distancing,
For years ive yet to see them,
but i swear i think theyre listening,
They dance across the ceiling,
with antagonizing motion
Til they disappear to dark
with just another sip of potion
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