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Hearing every footstep is the music to my fears.
Jumping from Razor blades from a year to shattered year.
Searching for the journey wgile all the other found their way.
A silent wind among us leave the jaded hearts to stay.

The two of us in mourning of the lives we left behind.
Thinking of the notion of what could have been last time.
She rests her head up my chest yet my comfort slowly wanes.
When the weight up her heart leaves her with nothing left to drain.

Tell me that two years ago I'd be right where i am.
Would I be excited, or would would I think it was a sham.
Wool pulled over all the eyes of those who fear the Shearer.
But those of us who some call bold will always see more clear.

If only I could reach inside and comfort from within.
Silence violent Memories and trap the vagrants sins.
I'd find her greatest weakness and build a fort around her wall.
So she might feel the comfort of having nothing to fear at all.