impartial to the vastness of your blurry heart's desire
casual and silent we have been lead to the ghastly bonfire
so break my mind and forgive me before I die tomorrow
wait a moment and catch my tears before you drown in sorrow
once more I laugh at myself, a mere reflection in the glass
yet I am seeing another face looking back at me at last
my soul is broken by her deviant eyes and oh, how I do melt
a thousand years, a thousand tears, will never be truly felt
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