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Portraits of the past
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The raindrops bring all love to rust
My heart is wrapped in woolen trust
Bring this ship to land
I don’t pretend to be okay
And your voice still fills the halls
And your pictures grace the walls
Every touch of you is still seeping through my skin
I feel traced by ghosts no matter where I am
Look, I’m standing on my feet
But still it’s you who carries me
You were the builder of my mind
You wrote the contracts that I signed
I can hardly hold a pen
And your smell still tickles in my nose
And your mottled hands enclose a rose
And a drop of blood is dripping from the thorns
I conserve it so I save my burst soul
I just want to get through the god damn day
And lie down to bed and be able to say:
“I did well, I am decent and I don’t expect divine reward
I feel so bad about the things I couldn’t change
I could say it loud, taken in by myself
I never really had a chance to be involved into this plan
There might has never been a plan
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This panic is your death and a sewer for the pain
Every day is a fight
It’s driving you insane
You lost the easy way to live when you were still a child
It sounds like a cliché but it’s what’s going on inside
You give your best to manage every day
You are longing for a happy end but lost to pray
It is salt to my wounds to watch the fallen fail
And the rich become richer within just a day
This fear of your own death is based inside your head
And the fear leaving your lips get whispered by the dead
With a sledge and a pick they grave it on your chest
And the scars of this torture get burned with your rest
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