Oh, my sister I was grateful when you planted kisses on my knees
Oh, my mother I was helpless when you changed so graciously
Did I first believe in you?
For my strife I could blame you
For my strife I could blame you
you'll string diamonds
i'll still be broken down
This is not the life I
planned for myself
I was not prepared to
fight this fight
Everyone I know has
packed their life into
a box
at some point
but I'd burn it all
watch raging flames
devour my history
Life without you - I'm on fire
Glorious King I've grown tired
lend your bright wing for a while.
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