Stars By Stella Runaway Maria
A pulse is so overrated,Lets cut the process short and
patch The holes in our wings and escape.
Distorted feelings become perfect like Destruction never
came.
Below you're either half pain or half Hate. All or no
faith.
I grow so tired of beginning to decay.
So lets finally awake and fly away.
We'll lift ourselves, we'll be our own Cure. The light
will be our lure out of Here. We will rise tonight and
claim we Left no longer insane.
We won't fall from grace,
Not with perfection right in our face.
I'll leave a map in the sky so you won't Be lost, it's me
you can find.
No longer lost, no longer crying my life Now kind.
The suffering has ended,
The nector preserved, unable to be Drained. Feels so good
to be saved.
We'll lift ourselves, we'll be our own Cure. The light
will be our lure out of Here. We will rise tonight and
claim we Left no longer insane.
