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DarkHorse::NightMare
This is the space between my eyes
This is the slowly rising tide
Hear the voices in my head
Listen, don't listen
I must have asked myself a hundred times
If this was going to work and I must admit that
Hope was keeping me company, but then
I should have known better.
I should have been wiser, but I learned.
Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?
