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Melting into the ritual of inebriation and rehearsed laughter,
Imagining what is going on inside your head and knowing it's not me,
I envy the stars that shine on you and the path you choose to take.
There's no music anymore,
Just the wind blowing ever so softly across my door,
Like the way I pretend you touched me.
Drowning in the night's sea of smoke,
Gasping, desperate for your breath,
I wish I were your ritual.
The melody of the past lies broken,
Like my body after its return from the fiery blue lights of hell.
My strength fades into the background and lies transparent; my stare hollows.
There's no music anymore,
Just the wind blowing ever so softly.
Imagining what is going on inside your head and knowing it's not me,
I envy the stars that shine on you and the path you choose to take.
There's no music anymore,
Just the wind blowing ever so softly across my door,
Like the way I pretend you touched me.
Drowning in the night's sea of smoke,
Gasping, desperate for your breath,
I wish I were your ritual.
The melody of the past lies broken,
Like my body after its return from the fiery blue lights of hell.
My strength fades into the background and lies transparent; my stare hollows.
There's no music anymore,
Just the wind blowing ever so softly.
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