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“She was a witch, as Harry knew, with prodigious skill and no conscience.”
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Holding On - Rhyme Asylum
Tears appear as I’m alone in the dark
Haunted by suicidal thoughts and all the ghosts from the past
Heart broken in half, I’m internally bleeding
Searching for reasons why my angel turned into a demon
Soul mates is a myth, there’s more chances for a blizzard of identical snowflakes to exist
All blades to my wrists
Separate soul from my flesh, sick of trying to cope with the stress and showing regrets
So-called friends posing a threat
Cut the cancer out your circle before you’re pushed over the edge
I take steps close to death
Had a head-on collisions with depression and was left as an emotional wreck
Try to step in my shoes, walking through a wilderness
A Venice winter weather reflecting my mood
These are just confessions of truth, expected to lose
So I watch the world with a negative view
I’m a dead man walking, spirit dragging my carcass
Wish I shared the same faith as Natasha or Margaret
I don’t pray, this God isn’t listening
My father forgets his sorrow swallowing bottled oblivion
No model civilians in these turbulent times
Not afraid of death, I’m afraid of the journey of life
And my words to the wise;
Stand strong, and as long as fire burn in my eyes I’m determined to fightMost of time it seems life’s going wrong
We feel like outcasts and we don’t belong
We need to vent that’s why we wrote this song
I hope I’m strong enough to keep holding onI’ve been searching blindly to find myself
For many times I felt like my life was hell
I even cried for help, I’m down everyday
And now very afraid from how memories fade
I refuse to live in poverty, but feel guilt
For wanting an easy way out and win the lottery
Trying to drown the pain, but I’m sinking so deep
Wanting things I can’t have and having things I don’t need
I’m lonely at times, and I’m needing some luck
Developed thick skin from receiving tough love
Some people are blessed with better lives, I zone out
With no sound when I rest my head at night
Hoping for better dreams, but I’m so stressed waking up in cold sweats when I attempt to sleep
We live in war, rest in peace
Using hope as a shield when swinging swords against the Beast
Wondering if I got a tragic life ahead of me
Cause on my roads to riches traffic lights are never green
My imagination is restrictedy a migraine
When I try to paint a perfect picture in my mind frame
Dreading how times change
Friends using drugs and alcohol as anaesthetics for life pain
In the back of my mind, wanting to reach back
To ‘03 and recapture all my happiest of times
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