August Burns Red Too Late for Roses Letras:
Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created
your new style. My reasons to endure used to be
based around who you were, and your brilliant
passion that could blaze right in front of a
perfect stranger. This is my downfall - my
blemish, I've been told before. Quit holding on to
what she was. She doesn't recognize you or herself
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anymore. She's stuck in the process of embracing
what crumbles, and when it happens there will be
no apologies. She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to
soften her descent, like clouds. New shapes are
taken, but they're not always actual, they're
never tangible. It's so brutal to see someone give
it all up for nothing, and having no power to stop
them.
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