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It always rains, but where we are this cold makes snow Don't make this a waste, get the water in your lungs I fear that what I've wanted most is coming true I've got a letter in my right hand, I can't read to you It said all you've ever wanted from me, you know. I have convinced myself to never speak these words out. I will only write them down. I will only carve them on the walls in my bedroom, replace the pictures I've torn down. And I feel these lungs are burning, from breaths being held. Am I just outlines? Or should I let this air out? But this sunset is killing me. It's all the colors that I think I see. I'm thinking of a war's retreat with this red and orange on a reflecting sea. It was a battle that the moon won with its stars fighting a blood red sun But the night sky sends it down to you and this valley that we stand in too. And I feel these lungs burn, from breaths being held. Am I just outlines? Or should I let this air out? So lets not even try… Worthless challenge and prize. And I feel these lungs are burning, from breaths being held. Am I just outlines? Or should I let this air out? |