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A fresh start
This morning, I'll stop breathing
My heart will stop beating,
And through these eyes I'll no longer be seeing.
I'll be in the clouds dreaming,
With the stars gleaming, the moon beaming,
I'll be dancing and laughing,
Even amoungst the angels I'll be dashing.
No more thoughts clashing, or Bain bashing.
No more arm slashing or breath gasping.
I'll be in a perfect place,
One where I was never hurt.
No memories of your face,
And never the warmth of your heart.
It will be a relief,
A fresh start.
My heart will stop beating,
And through these eyes I'll no longer be seeing.
I'll be in the clouds dreaming,
With the stars gleaming, the moon beaming,
I'll be dancing and laughing,
Even amoungst the angels I'll be dashing.
No more thoughts clashing, or Bain bashing.
No more arm slashing or breath gasping.
I'll be in a perfect place,
One where I was never hurt.
No memories of your face,
And never the warmth of your heart.
It will be a relief,
A fresh start.
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