It never died, It never went away
You liar, you lie to yourself
Let go your pride, why do you need it?
How sad when your heart concedes your head.
How sad
What lies you tell yourself,
slaughter your dreams with common sense
And for what? For convention, for standards,
for the prison of boundaries man has made himself.
How sad
She loved you. She cried.
She loved you, but she died.
Who is left standing in her place?
Not even a shadow of what she was.
How sad.
The pain in your eyes;
you see the change too.
She's happier now...
happier without you.
How sad.














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sorri for all the trouble you have had in your past. i wish you better for many years to come <3
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"Meine Sprache ist die elektronische Musik. Eine Sprache, die von Menschen aller Nationen auf der ganzen Welt verstanden wird, sie berührt, bewegt und mitreißt."
~Paul van Dyk
I wrote that two years ago, so I've pretty much moved on from the event that inspired it.
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