brightfallenstars:

My color fades to grey.
Are these the final cries of our aching souls
How come yours don’t make a sound
With broken wings we’re falling faster as we go
But somehow we don’t touch the ground
You had me torn to pieces
You got inside my head
But I’ll be here until it’s over

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