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Let us listen to the heart's whispers,

Calling "Hey, look at me forever,

Don't ever turn your glance away."

Well, here I sit, dreaming of salvation,

And correcting the world within my head,

Because I don't want to remember,

That I am today's definition of pain.

I love the smell of black as you stare right through me,

Black as the night that's fading again,

Just like the ashes of you, bleeding from your lips,

And you're watching our dreams turn to static,

Because everyone wishes for a perfect world,

But what is life without flaws?

I stumble on the words that fall from my lips,

Crying out for the affection that only you can give me,

Tired of pretending that it doesn't hurt,

When it causes more pain than you could ever feel,

You're believing that she loves you, lying to yourself,

Because you don't want to see the one who really does.

Sometimes I want to cut right through you,

And implant my imperfections in your heart,

You add the torment to my misery,

But baby, I wouldn't have it any other way,

Because you pressed the mute button on my heart,

And sealed shut my lips with a lie.