Untitled 3.

Untitled 3.​

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To rise again, first I have to fall,​

but if I fall and cannot rise…​

Would you still love me enough?​

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Oh but the times will pass​

and pass again or not,​

but if times pass and you let go…​

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May the god forgive my silence,​

may the words find a way to live,​

may my body turn to ashes…​

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And my love remains in here.​

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A house of phantoms I created,​

howling wolves under my skin,​

each of them in here surrounding,​

each of them to live in here.​

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A careless life I gave them,​

a careless love they gave to me,​

but at the end we’re still smiling,​

love is not always so sincere.​

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May my words become a lighthouse,​

may my lighthouse become your love,​

may your love forgive my silence…​

May my silence hold her love.​

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Oh but times will pass and she’ll forgive me,​

she’ll forget me as I may as well forget,​

maybe we never were the lovers,​

maybe I was just a vessel for her voice.​

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And if I fall and reach the silence…​

Will I be alone again against the wall?​

Ah! The bet... to rise or just to fall.​

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