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And I don't know where the story goes, at the the end of this page/
Cause when I turned it, i froze, and I've been stuck on it for days/
I wanna read it all again, figure out where I went wrong/
I wanna see the words in color, an illustration of my song/
I know you are ... something so special/
And I feel a bit confused about who you are since I met you/
I don't get you/
I feel a draft from the open cellar, and I know that it's you/
You shake the stillness from the air, and I don't know what to do/
I see the world in technicolor, a vibrant painted mess/
I hear a voice that makes me shudder, what's this /
And I don't know why the wind blows so cold, when it hits my skin and it chills my bones/
I never want to see this place again /
And I don't know why the wind blows so cold, when it runs through me and it hits my bones/
I never wanna feel like this again/
And I swear I still can see your ghost, right behind me in the mirror/
Some days are better than most, but I'm still constantly in fear/
I see a figure in the corner, shrouded by the cloak/
I near the place where you were standing, an empyreal abode/
I sit in silence for a moment, to recollect my thoughts/
I wanna lie right there for hours, in that sacred, holy spot/
And I don't know why the wind blows so cold, when it hits my skin and it chills my bones/
I never want to see this place again /
And I don't know why the wind blows so cold, when it runs through me and it hits my bones/
I never wanna feel like this again/
And I know now where the story goes, at the the end of this day/
Cause when I turned it, i rose, from this thick and heavy haze/
I wanna write it all down, because I know where I went wrong/
I understand that what's in color, is pushing me along/
(chorus)
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