opethin gecelerime eslik eden harikulade sarkisi;
in the corner beside my window 
there hangs a lonely photograph 
there is no reason 
id never notice 
a memory that could hold me back 
there is a wound thats always bleeding 
there is a road im always walking 
and i know youll never return to this place 
gone through days without talking 
there is a comfort in silence 
so used to losing all ambition 
struggling to maintain whats left
once undone, there is only smoke 
burning in my eyes to blind 
to cover up what really happened 
force the darkness unto me
                    hope leaves
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