The corner is cold old friend I know
You're not the only one who's been there
Turning pages twisting time conforting what you see as mimes
The seed of mistrust is one you sowed
Burning pages scorning open arms a slate free from the echoes of envy
Breaking the hour-glass simply to kick at the sand
In light of the aftermath you know who has to told you hatchets down
And not to will those you once cherisched so far away
Only you can steer the course of your own reconciliation
Burned out
Driven down
Drown it all
Let it go grow
Burned out
Driven down
Drown it all
Let it go grow
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