Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created your new style.
My reasons to endure used to be based around who you were,
and your brilliant passion that could blaze right in front of a perfect stranger.
This is my downfall - my blemish, Ive been told before.
Quit holding on to what she was.
She doesnt recognize you or herself anymore.
Shes stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
and when it happens there will be no apologies.
She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds.
New shapes are taken, but theyre not always actual, theyre never tangible.
Its so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
and having no power to stop them.
© 2005 Solid State Records
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