Fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty
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Left to alighten.
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What once flourished has weathered away
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And what will not weather
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I cannot stomach.
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Oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar.
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I can keep my lips from trembling
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While i sever, with regretful hands,
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The strings so carelessly attached to me.
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I can remove the litter of intimacy.
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Alas,
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This will not be the death of me
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If that which merely tears seldom lasts,
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How can that which breaks ever heal?
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I would rather bleed than feel.
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I would rather bleed.
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No man can learn the value of his life without pain.
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Yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain.
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And i have a lifetime left to learn.
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Am i not a better man?
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A man who has grown sound and strong,
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A man who has learned from his misery.
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Am i not a better man?
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A clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel.
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This lasting man of resolve and will.
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Am i not a better man?
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Or just a bitter man
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That rots with memoris and only grows cold.
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Indeed i have grown cold.
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And this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day.
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This day has lasted a lifetie, with an eternity left to lapse.
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Here i am,
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Forsaken just as i forsook the sun,
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A blend of venom and winter -
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The kiss of frost and poison.
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How i have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares
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Or a tender kiss to render me forgetful.
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Where the sun to follow bitter examples,
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We would truly know winter
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Eternally
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May the sun shine on the forsaken.
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May the sun shine brightly,
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And illuminate our scars
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