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Play On
Turn off the lights, close the door
Can’t see anymore
Hear the drums, the sound of war
But I can’t ignore
The way it felt when you said I was yours
Now I’ve crashed on the shore
I know you’ve said this before
So I’m tightening the armor
I’m tightening the armor
You said this is over, you said you were done
But I know in your heart I’m still number one
So sing me this melody, this melody of hate
Pull out your new strings, and I’ll hear you just play
Play on; play on the strings of your favourite guitar
Play on; play all the notes of this broken heart
Short of breath, on the ground
I can’t hear a sound
Black and blue, all around
Test what you are allowed
Rain will fall, splashing down
The Sun hides behind the clouds
Come out, come out; he’s no longer proud
You find her flame has drowned
You find her flame has drowned
You said this is over, you said you were done
So why am I bleeding if you are the one?
You said this is over, you said you were done
But I know in your heart I’m still number one
So sing me this melody, this melody of hate
Pull out your new strings, and I’ll hear you just play
Play on; play on the strings of your favourite guitar
Play on; play all the notes of this broken heart
You said this is over, you said you were done
So why am I bleeding if you are the one?
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Sometimes life can be extremely unfair. Millions of people eveyday are forced to face fears from the ones they care about. Escape; escape is an outlet these ones may try to find, and I know personally how writing became my escape. I hope that these words can touch someoned heart and help them to live for themselves and not anyone else.