Truth

At the point with no return
Past turns on me and starts to burn
Can not see clear, feeling him getting near
Getting caught in the tangle
And my hate starts to strangle
Can not change the way i think and feel
Looking at my life and cant imagine it being real
Razorblade salvation feels like a bliss
My curse sweeps over me to blow me a kiss
I neglect the thought and feeling
And move on till the truth is peeled thin

Totdat de leeuw zijn eigen geschiedsschrijver heeft, zal de jager altijd de held zijn

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The heart turned empty and cold, i felt the same as when my soul was sold. My mind went blank, while i silently thought things over. The kindness sank, when i found not even my wings could hold her.