Maybe all I thought Was no more than an ornament For a cracked front And the walls of my heaven Reflected your slanted wings Drawing chaos in the air. Everything is a part of nothing, Everything is a part of me. Maybe all I wanted Was no more than pretty lies To throw my stare to that star And the voices which tuck me in each night Laments of a dying Disguised as a lullaby. My way back here wasnt lineal, Pieces of the past are chapping my hands The sun is fading to black Cause the hollow silhouette Already doesnt want a shadow Already doesnt want a name Already doesnt want a saviour Already doesnt want an escape. Everything is a part of nothing, Everything is a part of me.
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