The skies are blood red.
It's not supposed to look like this.
With my face buried beneath my hands.
Deep breathes reside filling up my lungs.
For a second it feels, feels like the world stopped spinning.
I have walked the entire earth it seems
Just to watch life wither away.
It's been so long since I've even cared.
The light is gone, I can't see my path.
Is this the best of what I am?
Is this really where I belong?
Where do the pieces fit?
Do they even fit at all?
We are all to blame.
Consuming ourselves within ourselves.
There's more to this.
Is this the best of what I am?
Is this really where I belong?
Is this the best of what I am?
Is this really where I belong?
I have been consumed and destroyed
And now I can't rebuild.
Breath in breath out,
There is no hope left.
With my face buried beneath my hands.
Deep breathes reside filling up my lungs.
This will be our downfall.
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