Echoing chains drape my side
Teardrops within, long been dry
Locked in my mind, wondering why
Why again do I feel this way
Brick barrier, matte white walls,
A solitary pane of invisibility
A means of watching storms arrive
A porthole in the side of eternity
A siren sings me close
I willingly oblige her every word
In the end am I right?
Time is the cruel survivor,
And I, I am its renegade slave.
Memory burns with vigor, salt and vinegar
The trains waking me up, the walk in the storm for
Purple berry ice cream amidst the flashes and crashing thunder
My heart has changed hands too many times,
Each time, another piece is lost.
But for her, I will find all the fragments
And I will let her love make me whole again.
All the pain in this world can't tear us apart,
This love is forever.
The siren is my dream, her songs are our love
Together we're better.
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