just break my wings and take my heart
they dont matter without the sky above
they don't matter with being so cold
just break my wings
i cant touch the sky anymore
i don't want the sun or the sky
just take my heart
it wont beat not for me
i don't want its color or it's pulse
just take it all, have my eyes
i don't want to see anything bright
i can't look forward or back neither are good
just take my hands
all i feel is crimson anyway
all i can paint is crimson
just take what you want
it will be for nothing
i don't want anything
nor do i fell like anything
no longer can you believe your eyes
all you will see is a mask, a husk, an empty shell
so what am i without another
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