Lyrics
A noise quieter than a dying breath
A subtle sound softer than a dying breath
Mirrors on the blank side of the paper
Reflections on the empty side of a sheet of paper
A need to control this suicide
An urge to dominate or regulate this act of self-destruction
Something I'll never quite understand
Something that remains perpetually beyond my comprehension
What would heal these holes
What could mend these emotional voids
Marks left by the feeding needle
Imprints from the injection needle
Tonight the bullets turn into keys
Tonight, the harmful elements transform into opportunities
And we escape
We break free
This was the day of losing control
This marks the moment when control slips away
A sea of silence where I go
An expanse of quietness where I find myself
Stuck somewhere between a blink and a tear
Trapped between the brief closing of an eye and a teardrop
And the great distance
And the immense emotional separation
Maybe it was just a ghost of a voice
Possibly just a lingering echo of a voice I thought I knew
I thought I once heard
I believed I once perceived
Maybe nothing of the like
Perhaps entirely different from what I imagined
Maybe it was a memory
Maybe it was a recollection
I thought I saw creeping by
I believed I witnessed slowly passing by
Maybe nothing
Perhaps it was nothing
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