With the reputation of a black butterfly with a broken wing
on the verge of giving up on dreams
Treated as a forgotten fairytale
And as the razor was pressed to your hopes
A simple sign of redemption shines
When good and bad begin to bind
And failure becomes nothing more than a distant figure
That almost took over like an obsession feed by curiosity
Because you're more than the paper star other people see
too busy taking things too personally
to notice you're the main victim of the duel
And behind the mask is a cheerful soul
As noticeable as the highest key on a violin
Or an angel committing a deadly sin
You've crossed the bridge over silent water
When plots start to form even more hotter
looking back from the wreckage of tranquility:
Moving toward the abstruse melody
Closer to the willing Sacrifice
And doesn't ever stop to think twice.
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