Lifehouse--Blind

I was young but I wasn't naive

I watched helpless

As you turn around to leave

And still I have the pain I have to carry

A past so deep

That even you could not bury if you tried

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I would fall asleep

Only in hopes of dreaming

That everything

Would be like it was before

But nights like this

It seems are slowly fleeting

They disappear as reality is crashing the floor.