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Listen to the story I have to tell, I don't even know where to begin.
All I have left is this body filled with pain. When the broken thoughts of sanity
fell like rain onto my face.

I don't want to go on alone, I cant stop but to think of you.
Will this pain ever go away. I wake up and my soul is gone.

I'm trapped within a broken mirror, trying to put myself back together again.
As shallow hearts take their place among me, oh why must it be this way.

Now the story ends with your hands in your face, the further we get
the more you blame yourself. For letting go of me, to bad it's to late.