Still losing
The thing that makes me whole
The thing that makes me real
The thing that lets me know
With nothing left I fall
As the shadows turn to black
I waste my life regretting
All the things I lack
With a taste so cold
And a touch so numb
We come apart in these mirrors
Reflections of the ghosts that we've become
With a taste so cold
And a cut so raw
We come apart in this winter
I am the dark into which you fall
Still losing
the thing that makes me whole
The thing that makes me real
The thing that lets me know
With nothing left I fall
As the shadows turn to black
I waste my life regretting
All the things I lack
With a taste so cold
And a touch so numb
We come apart in these mirrors
Reflections of the ghosts that we've become
With a taste so cold
And a cut so raw
We come apart in this winter
I am the dark into which you fall
I am the dark into which you fall
I am the dark into which you fall
I am the dark into which you fall
I am the dark into which you fall
(I am the dark into which you fall)
(Into which you fall)
(Into which you fall)

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