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Amazingly passionate until its criminal She couldn't take it anymore Couldn't be that person for sure And just the thought of being perfect Made her afraid of giving up These hollow laughs barely hold the lies   So she wrote Wrote the story it was her own Weathered hands reached out to cup hers As sun started to hide behind tall trees Molding that starry night And the sun bent On her bed she laid down... Sleeping This passed, such a melancholy dream About the sin she made So frightened she opened her eyes With which she looked on this delightful day Her last day That fear of aptness haunted her Made her miserable And in

As I face myself right now I still admit it I want it back That feeling of glory When ever I talked with him But I want it Without him I want his life only And the thought that It's all gone Doesn't hurt a lot But still It hurts It gives a small burn But you know My face I turn To look at the bright side I won't hide I will look for the sun that bright my new days That will twist me up and down But it will make me able to see The clear good road And on my back there are no loads No loads of lies No loads of sins Just loads of dreamy starry nights Oh and I will be lucky to have a new person To share with those night

The sun started to run into the deep forest Waning behind tall trees Darkness appeared Bloodcurdling voices I started to hear Whilst clinging to a fragile twig, Stared with awe On a moonless night Banished night Eternal night Macabre gestures inside thee I can feel them, unfolding their secrets above me His hungry eyes, glaring in the park Skeletal trees laughing, leaves touching me Phantoms fleeting in the dark It was no forgotten dream Utter fear, my heart forgot to beat Coldness but no heat Oh so dark and eerie So late not dreary Suddenly, Silence enters Praise for thee Phantoms abandoned the feast Took their last b