I am the one, to which you'll go
You are the one, from which I'll run...
Fading to grey, the wanton pray
You'll find shelter, I'll find none
I'll leave you pointless life undone
Breathing your days, my anguish stays
Fate of my face, I've seen your face
I turn and run, you'll have no place
Time is the father, in my corrupt mind
Pain, echoes, in the silent sky...
Remember life now?
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