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A Scar is Born It's only been two seconds since we've said "farewell", but I already feel the devastating depression setting in,
I would have never imagined that telling a complete stranger that you loved her would be such a taboo sin.
White clocks and gray skies are all that I see,
The cries pour down like acid rain since you've set me free.
We share the same fears,
We cry the same tears.
The lover in my bed
Is now the gun to my head,
The candle to my flame
Is now my coffin to bury shame.
Destroying my future and covering my once vivid path,
Leaving me all alone to drown in the achromatic aftermath.
It's only been two hours since you've left my life, but I already feel the awful emptiness kicking in,
Who would have thought that actually taking the time to care for someone would be an open invitation for the animosity to begin?
Gray clocks and black skies are all that I see,
My arid eyes have been blind to perfection since you've liberated me.
We say the same lies,
We share the same cries.
The bird in my nest
Is now the bullet in my chest,
The letter in my stack
Is now the knife in my back.
Exposing my fears and caging me in my own wicked wrath,
Another hopeless victim of the artificial aftermath.
It's only been two weeks since I've seen your beautiful face, but it seems like I've been deprived for a lifetime,
There's no sense in trying to change the past now; I should have just taken advantage of the ample opportunity while you were still mine.
Black clocks and opaque skies are all that I see,
It's such a sad, sad shame that the sun and the moon can't learn to share the same light and always agree.
We dream the same way,
We live on for another day.
The bee in my flower
Is now the sniper in my tower,
The dove in my sky
Is now the tear in my eye.
Surrounded by darkness and lost on my now poisoned path,
Another tragic case of the archaic aftermath.
It's only been two years since I've held your delicate hand, but...forget it…I stopped caring a long, long time ago,
I'm finally ready to move on, erase you out of my mechanical memory, and I'll take with me everything that I now know.
Broken clocks and blue skies are all that I see,
I've finally managed to emancipate my mechanized and confined mind…now I'm complete and carefree.
We travel the same road,
We decipher the same code.
The fears in my mind
Are now the answers that I find,
The pill in my hand
Is now the seed on my land.
Cleansing myself and washing away the betrayal of our poisoned past in a blissful blood bath,
Controlling my own future and fate while perpetually tossing away the arsenic aftermath.
...It's been two lifetimes since we've said "goodbye",
But I'd die again just to say "hello"...
