Another door, another
The sickness drowning from a taste.
Holding on, to the strength to stand alone.
in this place, in this phase.
see those pieces scattered along the floor,city
bare my hands and knees for the feeling of this pain.
images of a picture perfect world, too childish for this wall.

we break, we learn, we fall, we fight…
we bare it all everyday,
as we make a difference, as we make our mark..

close your eyes, make believe.
we might not be better off, without those destructive sensations.
explore darkness, you might enjoy the craze.
open your wings, set yourself free.
who are we to judge, we all sin in our own ways,
live it like no other, challenge your fears on the edge,
in the mist of it all, we might no longer fear the fall.

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