March of a Devil Survivor: Act 1: October 2015
Lay my head against this wall
Memories of you and things we saw the same
Why can't I stop returning
To that which brings me the greatest inspiration that I know?
Towards the sands is where I dream
Clouds and water bring me nothing
Bring me to the desert wind
Uncertainty on which I depend
Blow me away into your holy storm
Draw me back into my stony cell of love
It means so much more to me and less
I've lost everything but in return gained so much more
Dreaming is doing me less and less good
It's just making me wish for my old pain
Looking back, it was easier than I knew
But I'd never know it then
But just like then, what I need now is a friend
The ones I had are gone, drawn into the desert heat
Looking back, but forgetting all that hurt
Can I live it again? I was safer way back when
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