I never thought I'd die alone
kinda sad how solitude feels like home
and hope is like a dying fire
I pray for wind to coax it higher
and when there is no breeze
I summon up my memories
but so many years of colors blur into black
kinda sad how solitude feels like home
and hope is like a dying fire
I pray for wind to coax it higher
and when there is no breeze
I summon up my memories
but so many years of colors blur into black
sometimes I don't know if you'll ever come back.
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