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Days are only as dark as the mind.
Forever dreaming. The smell of dead roses is forever left behind me, almost as if it were a cologne.
Days are only as dark as the mind.
You may not still be here but your presence forever lingers..
Time may pass, but the thought of you won't..
Every day its back to the same trying times, same dreary skylines..
Time doesn't wait, so say what you have to say while you still have the chance..
Almost every day, we all give in. We give in to our ghosts. We give in to the things we hate the most..
A philosophy that was once forgotten is now a commodity..
This is a new horizon, this is the sight of the same old hopes rising..
Its the same old story line, but it's you that I fell for this time..
You can't display a way to capture it..
Stay true to yourself, never let your colours fade. In the end, it's only you left. So what are you fighting for?.
There is no one to fight for the truth, so dream on dreamer..
My soft lips tell you every lie you could ever wish for. I am the face of death, standing behind you. You're oblivious to my ice cold breath on your neck. Run while you can..
Loverboy, the scent of dead roses follow you around as if it were a cologne..