Torn Pages

I walk with fire

They’ll never know the burn

No blue oceans

No blue skies

No tomorrows when you’re

Constantly running

To the left and to the right

Some call it feeling alive

But it’s more like dying

One second at a time

Some want to follow it down

But there’s no bottom in this town

And every time the sun rises

You’ll put on another face

And every time the sun goes down

The past is erased

It’s crawling through

The bedroom window again

I’ve fought it for a lifetime

So it’s time to accept

It’s crawling through

My bedroom window again

The angel disappeared

As I cried my last tear

Upon torn pages

And red curtains

Who’s responsible

For your sins

It’s crawling through

The bedroom window again


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