Beautiful yet blind




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New version- Beautiful yet blind

Beautiful yet blind

Our memories are a little dim,

Our memories are a little dim, We find them from deep within.

Our memories are a little dim, We find them from deep within. My memories are different than others,

Our memories are a little dim, We find them from deep within. My memories are different than others, As to each other,

Our memories are a little dim, We find them from deep within. My memories are different than others, As to each other, Our times are blind to personal matters.

My work will never be truly done,

My work will never be truly done, As I have yet to escape this run.

My work will never be truly done, As I have yet to escape this run. Over and over again,

My work will never be truly done, As I have yet to escape this run. Over and over again, I soar up high just to be shot down once more.

My work will never be truly done, As I have yet to escape this run. Over and over again, I soar up high just to be shot down once more. My tears fill up my cup of turmoil,

Changing it to a slight boil.

Changing it to a slight boil. My words are true but sometimes false,

Changing it to a slight boil. My words are true but sometimes false, As others around me give note to fails and falls.

Changing it to a slight boil. My words are true but sometimes false, As others around me give note to fails and falls. I try my hardest to be seen,

Changing it to a slight boil. My words are true but sometimes false, As others around me give note to fails and falls. I try my hardest to be seen, Giving my best to light a shean.

But sometimes my best isn't always the greatest,

But sometimes my best isn't always the greatest, Still,

But sometimes my best isn't always the greatest, Still, I try,

But sometimes my best isn't always the greatest, Still, I try, To give them the latest,

But sometimes my best isn't always the greatest, Still, I try, To give them the latest, Of who I am and have come to grow,

But sometimes my best isn't always the greatest, Still, I try, To give them the latest, Of who I am and have come to grow, I leave my soil to be left to sow.

I believe when all is done,

I believe when all is done, The ways of the world will be beautiful yet full of sun.

I believe when all is done, The ways of the world will be beautiful yet full of sun. The beautiful yet blind,

I believe when all is done, The ways of the world will be beautiful yet full of sun. The beautiful yet blind, We are here as divine,

I believe when all is done, The ways of the world will be beautiful yet full of sun. The beautiful yet blind, We are here as divine, Leaving a trail of untouched twine,

I believe when all is done, The ways of the world will be beautiful yet full of sun. The beautiful yet blind, We are here as divine, Leaving a trail of untouched twine, Holding our hopes up very high.

Our hopes will sometimes fall,

Our hopes will sometimes fall, As we look around through the halls,

Our hopes will sometimes fall, As we look around through the halls, Our life will end without a call.

Our hopes will sometimes fall, As we look around through the halls, Our life will end without a call. Beautiful yet blind we are,

Our hopes will sometimes fall, As we look around through the halls, Our life will end without a call. Beautiful yet blind we are, I know just how to go very far.

Our hopes will sometimes fall, As we look around through the halls, Our life will end without a call. Beautiful yet blind we are, I know just how to go very far. But my feelings trapped themselves in a bind,

The vines tugging me down,

The vines tugging me down, My wings left to drown.

The vines tugging me down, My wings left to drown. I grasp the edge as hard as I can,

The vines tugging me down, My wings left to drown. I grasp the edge as hard as I can, Before I'm pulled over the edge yet again.

The vines tugging me down, My wings left to drown. I grasp the edge as hard as I can, Before I'm pulled over the edge yet again. The water rushes up to meet me as I flail my arms to stay steady.

My arms grow tired and my legs grow numb as my fingers have yet nowhere to grab hold,

My arms grow tired and my legs grow numb as my fingers have yet nowhere to grab hold, As I think to myself, "This is how it always unfolds",

My arms grow tired and my legs grow numb as my fingers have yet nowhere to grab hold, As I think to myself, "This is how it always unfolds", My wings bent and broken,

My arms grow tired and my legs grow numb as my fingers have yet nowhere to grab hold, As I think to myself, "This is how it always unfolds", My wings bent and broken, Bandaids that cannot heal,

My arms grow tired and my legs grow numb as my fingers have yet nowhere to grab hold, As I think to myself, "This is how it always unfolds", My wings bent and broken, Bandaids that cannot heal, As I stay at the bottom of my ocean filled tears,

Lost in this cage of untold fears,

Lost in this cage of untold fears, Leaving me wasted here for many years.

Lost in this cage of untold fears, Leaving me wasted here for many years. Another me comes up from behind,

Lost in this cage of untold fears, Leaving me wasted here for many years. Another me comes up from behind, Leaving me with a promise that all will be fine,

Lost in this cage of untold fears, Leaving me wasted here for many years. Another me comes up from behind, Leaving me with a promise that all will be fine, Leaving me there as they look back and take my place,

As I stay trapped in this place.

As I stay trapped in this place. I hold the words to the other me,

As I stay trapped in this place. I hold the words to the other me, Holding onto hope that just maybe,

As I stay trapped in this place. I hold the words to the other me, Holding onto hope that just maybe, Their words ring true,

As I stay trapped in this place. I hold the words to the other me, Holding onto hope that just maybe, Their words ring true, As my wings will one day beat anew.

Oh, how beautiful my wings are,

Oh, how beautiful my wings are, My hopes soaring up too far.

Oh, how beautiful my wings are, My hopes soaring up too far. My wings are bruised and tattered,

Oh, how beautiful my wings are, My hopes soaring up too far. My wings are bruised and tattered, Yet the truth of this matter,

Oh, how beautiful my wings are, My hopes soaring up too far. My wings are bruised and tattered, Yet the truth of this matter, Prevails through all as I solve this scatter.

I break free as the vines let loose,

I break free as the vines let loose, My hair freeing itself as it floats around me,

I break free as the vines let loose, My hair freeing itself as it floats around me, My legs and arms gaining feeling as I burst through the water,

I break free as the vines let loose, My hair freeing itself as it floats around me, My legs and arms gaining feeling as I burst through the water, My prison stuck beneath the altar,

No more to haunt me.

No more to haunt me. Standing up as I hold up my wings,

No more to haunt me. Standing up as I hold up my wings, Staring at the bruises left there to gleam,

No more to haunt me. Standing up as I hold up my wings, Staring at the bruises left there to gleam, As I look down at the evaporating steam.

No more to haunt me. Standing up as I hold up my wings, Staring at the bruises left there to gleam, As I look down at the evaporating steam. I walk again, my wings still tarnished,

As I learn that,

As I learn that, Even though they held their promise,

As I learn that, Even though they held their promise, Even if my wings will remain tarnished,

As I learn that, Even though they held their promise, Even if my wings will remain tarnished, People lost in the foliage,

As I learn that, Even though they held their promise, Even if my wings will remain tarnished, People lost in the foliage, I go to find their broken promise,

As I go back to fix my plumage,

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in,

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in, To hide away from the forsaken.

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in, To hide away from the forsaken. But now,

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in, To hide away from the forsaken. But now, I know without a doubt,

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in, To hide away from the forsaken. But now, I know without a doubt, That beautiful will always be there but blind to the truth.

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in, To hide away from the forsaken. But now, I know without a doubt, That beautiful will always be there but blind to the truth.

As I go back to fix my plumage, To escape this world I live in, To hide away from the forsaken. But now, I know without a doubt, That beautiful will always be there but blind to the truth.

A/n: Everyone is beautiful in their own way~ <33333

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