In my darkest hour
Nothing changes but the way I see the world –
A pale glass Mason jar of dreams
Collecting dust beneath my feet
And I can’t feel anything at all
As If I took a sip from a morphine drip
And then resolved to drink it all
I’ll drink it all
In my darkest hour
I’ve seen a man with so much hate within his heart
That everything that once was loved with such tender touch
Has now been scourged and torn apart
And right before my eyes
A thousand lies were told to uphold a noble story
To a life that’s cold and boring
What a Joke
But what If I could change his doubts?
Even a slave to his sadness can be saved, can be found
I would risk it all; I’d take the fall just to lead the way out …
But Can I save myself?
Can I save myself?
Can I save myself from becoming just another…
Obituary line to be discovered
In my darkest hour
I was blind, I was angry, I was scared
I was trapped inside a cage designed for desolate despair
And I locked the door.
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