In the Halflight

Dead Swans

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I try to focus on the lines at the side of the road,
through blacked out windows
i see myself slowly fading away,

when i lock eyes with you,
you only see half of me,
you only see what you have fucking heard,
i keep on trying to burn those fucking pages
but their words have cut so fucking deep
i can only blame myself,
i keep on trying to forget every yesterday
its killing me to stay here
these worthless nights all lead to nowhere,

i keep on trying to burn those fucking pages
but there words have cut so fucking deep
i can only blame myself

its killing me to stay here
these worthless nights all lead to nowhere,
its killing me to stay here
these worthless nights all lead to nowhere,

the glass cracks as i watch the hours falling away from me,
these were the things that i kept to myself
these are the things that i kept to myself.