As I find myself standing here alone
On this grave of illusions I once called home
Like a potential, sarcastical dream of today
Left to become nothing but hate
I'm all dowsed through the flames of pretend
Like a white dove that now turned red

I find you here
In this part of the world
I will come near
I find you here
In this part of the world
I will come near
Near to your soul

As I find myself losing the trust that I gained
On this part of the world that's covered with hate
Like the past that's forgotten and the future that's gone
Left to destroy and leave me in a hole
I'm becoming imune to pretend
Like a white dove that now turned red

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I hold my eyes
Up, on the skyes
I put the stars in my heart
But all my dreams will fell apart

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