he was warm, he came around and he was dignified. he showed me what it was to cry. well you couldn't be that man i adore, you don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for. well i don't know him anymore. there's nothing where he used to lie. my conversation has run dry. that's what's going on. nothing's fine, i'm torn. I'm all out of faith, this is how i feel. I am cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. you're a little late, i'm already torn. so i guess the fortune tellers right. I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light. but you crawled beneath my veins.. and now, I don't care. I have no luck. I don't miss it all that much. there's just so many things. that I can't touch. i'm torn.
i'm all out of faith. this is how i feel. you're a little late. i'm already torn.
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