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'he reads these stories just like they were his,
and when he falls asleep, he lays on memories
the friends he had were never good enough,
if only the silence around him would make them talk...
i can follow him when he spins faster than the world,
I can chase him when he runs faster than the wolves,
i find him hiding from the life he made,
i can see him clearly when he fades.
he sings old songs and owns blurry photographs,
he erases any signs and any marks
of the nights he slept in empty bedrooms with empty people
empty bedrooms, empty falls.
He says he finds inspiration in these dying streets
Where dreams are lies and sleeping is defeat,
So tonight he won't, no he won't fall asleep.
See the writing on these walls,
on the walls of his empty bedroom, writing about his empty falls.

you're growing older, i'm still so young
things will never change, everytime i touch you i get burned
we were never lucky enough
we were never ready enough, for this,
i say i'm leaving and you say please,
i say i'm right here and you say leave.