Follow me into the deep dark,
Words we trapped in tight lips,
All for a better tomorrow,
Feigned because we need to believe.
A dream better than our reality,
Shallow and hallow down inside,
Because we broke too many times,
We can't confront our reflection.
I'm born a beautiful little sinner,
You're born a broken lost boy,
We broke the codes of realism,
And broke ourselves to do so.
Turn us around and crash us down,
Follow me again to a broken road,
I can crush your heart in front of you,
And then console you as you ache.
No more mornings no more adoration,
We tore up our own promises again,
I trusted you with every piece of me,
Now I collide with reality once more.
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