Wasting it away in that familiar way,
Its an undying habit you made, you sway away from the sorry shade,
Let it be the way it was always meant to be, more of charcoal grey,
Obsessions never say things anymore than a mind gone astray
Like a candle You burn your way into the heaven for a shadow play!
And I still despise the thunders of the storm far away,
Incessant mortal share of a time flying away!
Always said, always cried
The crux of the matter, the spell you made me slay!
Mysterious, almost vague I may call you more names
Lest I break away I call it another day
Your hope for the view gone all in dismay!
Let it be the way it was always meant to be, more of charcoal grey,
Obsessions never say things anymore than a mind gone astray
Like a candle You burn your way into the heaven for a shadow play!
And I still despise the thunders of the storm far away,
Incessant mortal share of a time flying away!
Always said, always cried
The crux of the matter, the spell you made me slay!
Mysterious, almost vague I may call you more names
Lest I break away I call it another day
Your hope for the view gone all in dismay!
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