Kellyn, A Grau Biography

I string together the memories of a once beating heart
The strings pull forth the ability to feeling again
I search for words to describe how I feel once more
Yet nothing comes to mind as you lead me to your door
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Forget me not was always my favorite game
Desolation was always my best friend
I grow a little colder as the days cross to weeks
My eyes get a little redder as the tears turn black
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My bloody eyes to cry at night
and i cant stand to see the sight
of mourning souls and dying dreams
cause everything is loosing its seams
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Tainted by the sight of your frame
The way your touch makes me insane
I carve for more each time you awake
I want you to steal me and then you may take
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I told him not to go that he would only fall
the tears poured from his eyes as he begged me not to call
I wanted to embrace him and be the one to catch him if he fell
but he was the only one who could ever tell
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