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Nice Days Are WeakGo away! There'll be no love lost Your screams sound hollow Your eyes remain dry Remember how glad our mornings were Each effor brings me closer to death Lonely nights seem deeper Acute pain as my only flavor This casts a gloom over our lane We have climbed over montains Considering life as an event Gloomy dusks predict the end Looking to find calm down Through this storm of passion True love will never fade Fight fear Head-on Standstill Without looking back Why did I still bear the brunt of your crying? And I'll never sink There is no end to the sky Every night with a different shade black I was walking through my fears Head-on This is what you here and why I will never know you I will go out far from the shore in a blaze of glory |