Memories wash up on the shorelines
The rain blocks the sun
And this dim light is fading evermore
The serenades don't make much sense anymore
See, I'm confused
Between the dreams and the realites
Is that the sound of the wind?
No,it's just
It's just you,screaming in my ear
Counting the steps until the staircase ends
And the tide washes the sand away
The door is closing,
And the windows are beginning to shut
This I know for sure
These dead leaves I walk on
Crush in the autumn air
My footsteps are fading in the snow
And all of her angelic impressions
Will become reminscence
Just blood on the knife,
Blood the knife
Like the black paint across the sky
A few days ago , I fell
Down the stairs,
Broke my ribs
Without despair
The sirens of ambulance
So far away but still so vivid
They took me in
And threw me out
But then I saw my face
In my broken vase across the floor
It appeared suffered and compromised
Like the dying rose that seemed so alive
My door is closing
My door is closing
Her door is closing
And this gun is already loaded
Please,God, don't pull the trigger
Please not just yet...
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