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By starlight, I learn to bite my tongue
'Cause keeping quiet is the only way
I come undone from these desolate nights
I'm losing myself in these forgotten dreams
And every day we live we spend lying to ourselves
and every breath we take, we suffocate
By moonlight, I spend my nights wasting away
can't help but listen to these careless thoughts
I keep my eyes on the reflection of the mistakes I have made
And every day we live we spend lying to ourselves
and every breath we take, we suffocate
I come undone from these desolate nights.
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Absence Of Colour
05:17
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She paints a world in black and white
Leaving an absence composed of you
She slowly tears her way from your life and starts her own
Refusing to stay and collect the pieces
She grows desperate under the pressure of your doubts
Forgetting all of her old dreams
She lives her new life in fear
These colours she believed you could see
They meant everything to her
Ill never forget the way you lied
These broken canvases are slowly driving her away
This spilt paint is drowning her
The inspiration that she once had, has been stolen away
Leaving her at odds with everything that she ever hoped for
She will break free from your colour blind stare
She will disrupt this trance with remorseless ambition
Desperate for her escape
These colours she believed you could see
They meant everything to her
Ill never forget the way you lied
These broken canvases are slowly driving her away
This spilt paint is drowning her
Nightmares fill her dreams and causes sleepless nights
So she paints away all despair and makes believe
Losing herself in these colours that she hoped that you could see
But you could not see them after all
Days pass as she tries to forget
I see her try, try to forget.
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Liberation
02:58
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You have ensnared my fate
Its time to cut myself free
I will release my self from your grip
prying my self free
No i wont play your games
Its time to tear myself away
I cant live like this
Your drowning me
You cant control me
I will take my life back into my own hands and chose my own path
Never will I be deceived again
I will break free
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Embrace
04:45
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As the world crashes down from my shoulders
I no longer hold her
I'm sinking in the depths of our memories
so that I will remember you
And the moment I let go
I'll be free
As the sea reflects on me
what appears to be a broken image of me
The horizon has never been as clear
as when you were still here
And the moment I let go
I'll be free
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A Work In Progress
03:05
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From within, these voices of self-doubt are passionately being shut out
this anxiety can no longer hold me back, from reaching my potential
After all this time of leaving me behind, I will put myself first
From this vulnerable position, can you tell I'm a work in progress?
And as I piece my life back together I know that there's no path to perfection
This feeling of giving up is finally giving in
no longer feeling insecure in my own skin
I won't regret the choices I have made
I'm living for today
From this vulnerable position, can you tell I'm a work in progress?
And as I piece my life back together I know that there's no path to perfection
I won't back down
I will stand my ground
From this vulnerable position, can you tell I'm a work in progress?
And as I piece my life back together I know that there's no path to perfection
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