Endeavoring the memory.
I hold with each passing day.
But blood still
The thought of fairwell leaves me aching. Last chance to
signal pulsing through my teeth
do you remember me
so take me
Pick up the pieces in my life.
Holding on so tight
I never meant to take this trip alone.
for what it's
Every step I take
makes me wonder how I got here
Dwelling
This could be the answer
to all that Ive hoped for
These
[instrumental]
I'm not one to be a judge of character, but
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