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• Artiste: This Is Hell
• Titre: Remnants
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While some of us mourn, others fool themselves yet I find myself drifting from honest dedication to vile desecration bitterness from an anonymous voice, my back has still not turned but I'm so sick of fucking facing forward the air between us will never clear because these lungs have nothing left each failure hurts more than the last and although I'm ready to be let down I can't help but live in the past I'm prepared for the worst, I know this feeling well it wont be the first but each failure still hurts, it still hurts I have always kept the truth hidden beneath angst ridden anguish but your presence only brings waves of depression the only way is to remove myself I'm stepping out of this picture, my final frame each failure hurts more than the last and although I'm ready to be let down, I can't help but live in the past I just want to live again, but its way passed the point of hope I close my eyes but sleep never comes I just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun this feeling will forever haunt me despite how late after dark I leave the lights on I close my eyes but sleep never comes I just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun faced without closure, its only just begun I just want to live again I'm stepping out of this picture, my final frame