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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.
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.
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