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what if I rip the skin out from your face
would I see the truth behind this dramaric masquerade?
or would you just run on with some new story
I think I've heard enought for a while.
There's no word no poem to tell you how I miss you
there's no ship to run away with
here's nothing left to see
here's just sorrow left to breathe
if you someday get away from here
..
breathe for me.