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• Artiste: Jeramee Quicksill
• Titre: Torched Memories
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And I still carry those dimming torches Of those who came and left Like a plug that stops the pain I think of you as it continues to rain Left in my heart like a mustard stain I know I must be going insane I miss you, I just want to kiss you If the world doesn't end by then I'd only be the happiest man To have you in my den And I still carry those dimming torches Of those who came and left Like a plug that stops the pain I've all but gone insane Maybe the reason I haven't found you Is cause you don't really exist after all It only gets harder to stand after each and every fall And I still carry those dimming torches Of those who came and left Like a plug that stops the pain I've all but gone insane A different time, a different place perhaps Dancing laps through my mind as I sleep Too many thoughts in my head to even weep Hiding behind my mask As I down whats left of this flask Basked in rotting emotion Drowning in my tear filled ocean I can't even see the light Though I paddle with all my might Every day is an endless fight And I still carry those dimming torches Of those who came and left Like a plug that stops the pain I've all but gone insane You may as well lay down and die Lord knows I'll cry You're dead already But you just don't know it Take your shot, but you'll probably just blow it No use in running No use in hiding Like two ships adrift That are constantly colliding And I still carry those dimming torches Of those who came and left Like a plug that stops the pain I've all but gone insane Up and away Into the next day Much to your dismay You'll soon see a ray The light is but a farewell gift To those on their way to die Soaked in this sea Of what's left of you and me Live with your regrets And die with remorse As you listen to the clopping Of that solemnly marching horse. I still carry that dimming torch Waiting here on my porch Like a plug that stops the pain I've all but gone insane