There are no words to piece them back together
I wonder if the sun could burn me away
Take all I did and rest them well behind the day
The day I came to a world I used to love
We find no end to ribbons we could cut enough
The plate in front of you is eating you up
What use are clocks when time was not what you could give
You stayed asleep... not knowing how deep you cut me
One last time, dream of me
Dream of only the good things
Of how appealing I used to be
Dream of everything related to that perfect me
One last time, dream of me
Of an end to ribbons that tied us free
The stories I believed had lied to me altogether
Instead, I'm left with covers enfolding all blanks
Accepted was the fact that I was blinded
I stayed awake... not knowing how little I mean
One last time, dream of me
Dream of my sincere eyes
Of how pleasing I used to be
Dream of everything we made... we said... we did
One last time, dream of me
Of an end to ribbons that tied us free
One last time... one last time
If only there was an end to ribbons that tied us free
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