Voice of Suicide
The sun starts to set
On my thoughts of you
And I wonder what that means
I pass along softly
In candy coated dreams
And I wonder whose kingdom
Is it really?
My feelings crack because they’re
All made of glass
And the injury goes deeper
Every time I take a breath
I can now think of you
But to hear your voice
Is suicide
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