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This always ends in tears,

Bend and Peel my wings back till...

I have nothing left to feel.

You have given me not a reason to live,

but more of a reason to die, more then I could ever give

I fall onto the grass, looking to the moon for answers

I want to tell you my secrets,

You can't even face me, with all the censors.

I am what, maybe too hard to take.

When I was a child, I needed someone to love me,

Now I just look for a reason to flee.

I need to fly away from this hell, that isnt real.

Peel back my wings, and fly into them

as if you loved me.

Peel back my bloody wings, and take them...

So you could fly away from the darks dim.