I am here displaced from the world
Taking shots to my eyes
I’m a stranger in the dark
A loaded gun blinding bright
Those days of silence
Were nothing but scars
They fell into pieces
Into my broken heart
Close the doors my dear
Let me wash my own tears
What a nice taste in my hands
Can you feel it?
Can you see it?
I’m starting a new way to make things right
Some promises I swear to keep
Cause I want you to be the first to shine
Let me show you the path
Before I go to hell
A place made of truth
With many stories to tell
Then close the door my dear
And let me wash my own tears
What a nice taste in my hands
Can you feel it?
Can you see it?
" Strange Heart " - 12/11/07
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