Where am I now? I play a game with shifting rules.
With the mist ensnaring all.
There was a time of brighter days,
For a beacon burning bright.
Would pierce the night,
That seemed so callous, dark and cold.
This isn't dusk, this isn't dawn.
(I am too far gone)
I am lost within myself,
I'm burn the bridges behind me,
And carry on.
This isn't black, this isn't white.
(There's no holding on)
So I am searching still,
Yet I miss your daylight,
For days on end.
A lighter heart would not have dared,
to travel down the path I've taken.
The frost creeps down my spine,
how did I ever let you go?
But I know the sun will rise,
to breach the leaden sky.
There are things I can't let go,
even if they break me clear in two.
This isn't dusk, this isn't dawn.
(I am too far gone)
I am lost within myself,
I'm burn the bridges behind me,
And carry on.
This isn't black, this isn't white.
(There's no holding on)
So I am searching still,
Yet I miss your daylight,
For days on end.
This isn't dusk, this isn't dawn.
(I am too far gone)
I am lost within myself,
I'm burn the bridges behind me,
And carry on.
This isn't black, this isn't white.
(There's no holding on)
So I am searching still,
Yet I miss your daylight,
For days on end.

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