Last song to make me feel,
Like I'm real to this dream,
Last breath to make me see,
How fake people can actually be,
Maybe today's the worst day of my life
But I'll survive,
Cause after every dark night,
There's a bright day,
That covers it all away and I get a chance to be,
A part of you that somehow wants to move out of me,
So, can you see who I am,
Falling down from heavens ground,
Cause I'm the only one left here begging
Beauty is a curse that makes you want to trust,
That makes you want to burn and turn to dust,
But the story's getting old,
Even though I'm told,
That you have to let go of what you hold
Frozen in a moment so cold that i forgot who I am,
The broken hope inside my head taught me how to stand,
Cause you cover it all away when i get a chance to be,
A part of you that somehow wants to move out of me,
I've taken away all of my fears,
I'm bringing you down with me
I've opened my eyes to something real,
You could never be close to me
Can you see who I am,
Falling down from heavens ground,
Cause I'm the only one left here begging
You were a curse that made me want to trust,
That made me want to burn and turn to dust
But the story's getting old,
Cause I had been told I'd have to let go....!
(M.S.Khan)
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