Sing through this poetry (sing through this poetry)
Even if it tastes like the saltiest ink
Tear me a piece of the page to read
Just to make sure you know
Every ounce of pain I've gone through
I'll hide behind the mirror
You'll see me like a ghost appeared
I've stood beside the moon
And I've seen that look of fear in you
My dear I've held your face in my mind's eye
And I know why it's shown white
Make believe we're not stuck in between
A fool's hand in this surgery
Sing through this poetry (sing through this poetry)
Even if it tastes like the saltiest ink
Tear me a piece of the page to read
Just to make sure you know
Every ounce of pain I've gone through (gone through gone through gone through)
Slim chance you'll get another chance as
Your faults are so persistent
I smile as I watch you carelessly make your last mistake
It just goes to show you go below the belt
It makes sense to me now
You're bent on letting go
What's left within the plot
Is this all for naught?
How could I try to see eye to eye with this hazy light
Sing through this poetry (sing through this poetry)
Even if it tastes like the saltiest ink
Tear me a piece of the page to read
Just to make sure you know
Every ounce of pain I've gone through
I'm just saying that I wouldn't see this through for you
Slowly show me the worst way you'll go out
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