Elegy - Carina Round

Something ripped me open
From my little death woken
Fading rhythm of lifeline
Is music for a dead child
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don't pull me in

Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of a love that
Though it breathes, can never be made

There are cracks where the white light burns through
It seems I see everything but the truth
Once more to that sacred place
The dream that s_cks me under
I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality
Skirting the rim
Love don't pull me in

Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of love that
Though it breathes, can never be made

Somehow everything is clearer now
Hours pass with never a relief
I see the sadness of a moment
Though it lived was never seen

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