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letra de 41 years - bitter bliss

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the nights are the site
where i take the time
to reflect to look at how finite
your life was
spent 41 years here
with those demons
that you’d hear

clocks
ticking
at the end
of your rope
the signs define
taking the color from your eyes
mind occupied
in a riptide
soul was denied
of something to live by

each day waiting for that moment to be notified
that
something
had
gone awry

days becoming more unclear
you’re here, you’re there, you disappear
the urges always so severe
the moments finally drawing near
where you die!

the nights are the site
where i take the time
to reflect to look at how finite
your life was
spent 41 years here
with those demons that you’d hear

living each day, keeping composure
thoughts replaying over and over
my mind’s beaten, too more exposure
i know i’ll never get that closure
drowned at the core
spirits been torn
left to mourn
nothing more

- bitter bliss

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