Perfect circle

Intwine


Falling stars, seeing.
Tumbling down, into.
Nothing is,
was it even there to begin with.

Is it true, that
we can't hold, and I breath
long enough,
just to feel it, know it,
be away.

(chorus)
And they try to confince me of,
eventhough they would lie.
Making shure I could not give up,
waiting here for so long.

Fairytales, making
little of, (...)
smiling hope,
for a little start of,
of (...) (...)

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I tried to run to,
somewhere where you can find a way,
to get those words in my head.
No where to turn to,
no matter what I do see,
I hear them calling again,
again
again
again
again