They say
that eyes are the windows to the soul...

Fall away
into the deep end...

So i sighed.
and tried to rearrange my face...

Tear it down
tape it up...

You tell me
I'm fine...

My heart is sore.
Feels like I've been crying...

How obvious is it,
that I miss you...

How much longer?
I'm counting the days...

And the rain begins to pound my window
so i reach over and turn up the song...

Oh, Mercury
Dripping from my fingers...

Hand me all the blood I've spilt
inside a silver cup...

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