Dearly beloved are you listening?
Cause I can't remember a word I was saying.
A short time ago I was drowning in love.
But now i'm only drying off.
My wings are now stained black with blood.
Left a sinner no longer to fly.
Wakening the dead, putting the living to rest.
Like everything else dying is an art.
Forget my pride; let it fall with the rain.
You laugfht while I cried, making me die more inside.
I might as well step in line to walk amongst the dead.
I never forgot to tell you how precious you were to me.
But all you did was turn forgiveness into a blade.
I made you my 1st, but you made yourself my last.
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