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Jumping the tracks and breaking the line
When falling seems a release
Closer to the fire but never the pain
Having the "guts and glory" becomes a waasted life
Hope these feelings are real
Not the minds way of committal
Separate we walk on
The pillow remains my best friend
My wishes screamed, float on clouds over your head by now
Forgotten and not to be heard nor understood
I hope to see you when my eyes close