Wake me up when when I'm knee deep in roses. Then sing me back to sleep, to sleep, to sleep. This time of acclamation is harder then perceived. The feelings so strong, these songs come, these songs go. I'm seeing red, but I'm hearing blue. I smell love, but I taste death. I crave blood, but I reach for soap. I try and scrub these memories clean, but somethings, they're no longer worth the pain. My hope, my faith, my love.
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