Sometimes your Soul has to die a little so you can feel alive





I've seen it in my hands, burn in my heart
Seen it in my past, back in my home
But does it make sense to see him again?
I don't, know
I felt it for some time, and not at all
Poison in my head, god love hurts
I'm not looking for love, but it's hard to resist
I don't recall being this dead



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