not afraid to paint my sky with
some who say i've lost my mind
brother try and hope to find
you were always so far away
i know that pain
so don't you run away
like you used to do
roses in a vase of white
bloodied by the thorns beside the leaves
that fall because my hand is pulling them hard as i can
you were always so far away
i know that pain and i won't run away
like i used to do
pictures in a box at home
yellowing and green with mold
so i can barely see your face
wonder how that color taste
you were always so far away
i know the way
so don't you run away
like you used to do
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