One last hour before this place is on fire
Losing all as the flames grow higher and higher
Here I stand
The further I'm from you, the harder I try to exist
Take these blinds from my eyes and wake me from the inside
Somebody tell me how did it come to this?
Take these blinds from my eyes and wake me from the inside
This last hour the night dropped into the sea
The light spread wide and the sky broke open and free
Here I stand
Further out, maybe you could meet me where I am
And Further out, I know there is hope within your hands.
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I never thought there would come a day where I'd say this. But as always, we receive the unexpected.
I'm sick of my room. I'm sorry if the previous sentence made the whole situation seem like such a big deal. I guess it isn't really, a big deal.
But, yeah I'm sick of the pale blue shades of my wall. My cluttered "study space". The plaster ceilings. The comforter I used since I was 12. Yes, I'm still using a blanket that has teddy bears and strawberries printed all over it.
This is gonna be one long holiday.
I'm sick of my room. I'm sorry if the previous sentence made the whole situation seem like such a big deal. I guess it isn't really, a big deal.
But, yeah I'm sick of the pale blue shades of my wall. My cluttered "study space". The plaster ceilings. The comforter I used since I was 12. Yes, I'm still using a blanket that has teddy bears and strawberries printed all over it.
This is gonna be one long holiday.