Bad Cover Version

Just like how bad I always seem to convey my thoughts.

Only there was the sound that you’d hear solely if you really listen.

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Death by Fire

If making all these oppressive vague noises is all we can do, we are doomed for erasing the good part of ourselves.
Pieces, by pieces, by pieces.

Missing the time to reconcile; for the things that have dragged us down, stealing our conscience and innocence; that in the end we simply won’t try not because we are not good, but downright not as strong as we used to be.

Now though surrendering to the cold is much easier, why don’t we walk together to the warmth?
But, of course, I won’t mind going there companionless.