"Dansa min docka medans du är unger" - sade en klok man till mig.

Your heart is not open, so I must go.
The spell has been broken. I loved you so.
Freedom comes when you learn to let go.
Creation comes when you learn to say no.

You were my lesson I had to learn.
I was your fortress you had to burn...
Pain is a warning that something's wrong.
I pray to God that it won't be long.

There's nothing left to try.
There's no place left to hide.
There's nothing left to lose.
There's no more heart to bruise.

I yearn to say good-bye...


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