having these dreams of return this devolver
revolver
still the wounds are fresh
but sadness flows with ease
where once it was tainted with fear
anxiety and unrest
and the calls between the whispers
encrypted messages
that suggest that we all believe there is hope
all or maybe just 2
how did we let someone suck us so far away from our dream
when we're strong and diligent and forthright
our one fault is that we believed
in persons who perhaps led us on
there i go again
back into that head
the space of the mass
the ego of the band
where if we sit stuck
we'll never find the courage to move on
let go of the past
that wounded the soul
that masked our pain
that sank all of our hopes
and saw to our demise
we shouldn't let this be
sitting empty
like forever misty
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