Letras: Finger Eleven. Tip. Shudder.

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So sad to everyone
did not occur to you
wake up an empty shell
someone to crawl into

dead days refuse to dream
the blanket still asleep
concealing every flaw
till you uncover me

could it be that i'm fading far away
straight out of it

no truth i can confirm
no truth that i can sense
passing time i can't recall
the truth it surfaces

open eyes open heart
open up and fall apart

i'll be that burden you bear