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I'm 25.

a really good song that i didn't write but wish i did

i thought i saw a man brought to life
he was warm he came around and he was dignified
he showed me what it was to cry
well you couldn't be that man i adore
don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for
but i don't know him anymore
there's nothing where he used to lie
the conversation has run dry
that's what's going on
nothing's fine i'm torn

i'm all out of faith
this is how i feel
i'm cold and i am shamed
lying naked on the floor
illusion never changed
into something real
i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn
you're a little late
i'm already torn

so i guess the fortune teller's right
should have seen just what was there
and not some holy light
it crawled beneath my veins
and now i don't care
i had no luck
i don't miss it all that much
there's just so many things
i can touch i'm torn

i'm all out of faith
this is how i feel
i'm cold and i am shamed
lying naked on the floor
illusion never changed
into something real
i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn
you're a little late
i'm already torn

there's nothing where he used to lie
my inspiration has run dry
that's what's going on
nothing's right i'm torn



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