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breath

Wasting away are moments that make my birds sing
Why waste the breathe if everything leads to death
Ticking away is the chance to make a change
But any chance is too late at all

Now that I see the sunshine
I see the old dark me
I was wrong life was gone
But now it's faded away from me
Though I feel the warmth inside
It is so cold outside
The warmth will leave
Peace is over
All I can do is breath

Wasting away are the chances to change a lifetime
Why try if everything else has died
Ticking away is the hand of my own heartbeat
It beats for someone who is no longer here

Now that I see the sunshine
I'd rather give it to her
I was wrong life was gone
It's something she doesn't deserve
Though I feel helpless inside
The moon controls the tides
I'll sing it lullabies
Maybe someday we will meet
Then flowers will fall from the skies.
Written by wingless42
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