I can't sleep
we both know that we'll never be so close
we both know that nothing good can come out of this
winds whistle through the cracks of my life
the life I could've had
the mirror lies
there's nothing underneath these eyes
an angel with a red crown of thorns
whispers in my ear:
I'll never be yours
It will fall apart someday
someday it will start
bearing the burden of ten thousand faiths
I
Will
Not
Bow
Down
I made up my mind
I will stand on my own
or take you with me
leave scattered remains behind
my heritage unto thee
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