Who needs a hand to hold?
Who needs a love to stay?
Who needs a heart of gold when time just strangles it grey?
Who is there left to hold?
Who is there left to lose?
Who is there left to love when all your hate swallows you?
Man stands to the side of his dreams,
While another makes them a reality,
And the years of gold go grey,
Again and again and again.
Some wounds heal, while you just stare.
Some sounds heal while you let time slice through you.
Time holds the blade, time bleeds the pain, time blurring you.
And you just stare.
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