A piece I left behind
Shimmering like a diamond
But for you and me
Precious things don't exist
Instead pain is left in it's wake
Leaving a trail of unfortunate
In dreams we find the diamond
But in reality it's just glass.
A piece I left behind
Shimmering like a diamond
But for you and me
Precious things don't exist
Instead pain is left in it's wake
Leaving a trail of unfortunate
In dreams we find the diamond
But in reality it's just glass.
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