Falling head over heals for burden and bright light A high cost of playing god i guess Please, tell me how to survive in this The unforgiving role of seeing too much under the dead wake of morning Im finding solace in a diseased heart and im finding love in acts of desperation You're no angel my friend, your no angel And here we are teetering on the edge of tired departure and there you are with a blessing from below With one drop for every callous ending and one drop for every un-granted wish Spare me the day when i discover a new found low
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