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Once upon a time,

I was half a mind,

A thorn without its rose,

But you could see much more,

A distant ancient door,

You knew the key was yours.

The thorn cut your hand,

But the blood that hit the land,

Flowed inside us both,

I could feel your pain,

The rose had grown again,

We spoke without a word.

But now that door is shut,

Forever to be locked,

Until I meet my God.

I can show you why people die alone,

I can tell you why I live without a soul,

I can show you how a clock can freeze for good,

I can tell you why I became half of a hole.

Frozen by the loss,

I made my peace with God,

I asked him to make sure,

My lesson would be learned,

Across so many worlds,

Ready for my return.

I can show you why some graves are laid too late,

I can tell you why I never laughed again,

I can show you how a clock can freeze for good,

I can tell you why I became half of a hole.

Colours I recall,

But only see behind my eyes,

Flicker in my head,

Trapped behind that door,

And every breath I take,

Lets a memory in,

A memory of the girl,

Who breathed within my skin.

I can show you why people fall insane,

I can tell you why we all feel the same,

I can show you how a clock can freeze for good,

I can tell you why I became half of a hole.

Half of a hole,

Half of a hole,

Half of a hole,

Half of a hole,

Half of a hole,

Half of a hole,

Half of a hole,

Hole

Hole

Hole