I made a deal tonight,
with the one up or the one in control of my life. Maybe it was me,
or maybe it was the storm full of strife.
But because of her,
I couldn't mourn. I gave her life
and kept her days,
take my light and dull my rays.
Because she deserves it all,
she deserves to never fall. Rise honey rise,
give it all you have,
because I made a deal, and I've begun to crash. Into the dark,
where my soul should shiver, but instead it's just the image
of the holy great silver, that tarnishes my plate, and creates a ugly mirror,
that reminds me that I'm myself, and I've never crashed from fear.
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Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
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