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￭ In our image and our likeness
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2010-11-01 | |
Iâ€™ve covered all the mirrors so your eyes wonâ€™t follow me anymore
Their color brings me a feeling of sadness that Iâ€™ve never felt before
Iâ€™ve covered all the windows so your reflection wonâ€™t haunt me any longer
I see you everywhere I look and this just makes it harder to be stronger.
Iâ€™ve painted the sea in black to match my mourning heart
The blue just made me sad, reminded me that weâ€™re apart
Iâ€™ve painted the sky in gray and rained my tears in heavy storm
But all the lightings and thunders only made me feel more alone.
I bring you flowers and light candles in your memory every week
I want to call your name but the pain makes it hard for me to speak
Surrounded by nothing but petrifying silence in a sad depressing graveyard
Reliving the happy moments we hadâ€¦ moments I now hold in high regard.
The more I try, the more I fail to escape the last image I have of you
For a while, all Iâ€™ve done was try to convince myself that this isnâ€™t really true
And even though the formal way to express my misery is by wearing black
Still, every time I look in a mirror I see your blue eyes looking back...
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