BlackVeilBrides
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Wreckage of my life
Remains through time
Ever crumbling
Touching my mind.
Caught in my head
Hell in the words unsaid
Eternaly burning for
Dead and broken dreams.
They told me to give up
Loud voices in my head
But I pick pens
Not having a dirt bed
Growing stronger each day
I won’t be a travesty
These voices won’t win
Building my own dynasty
