This is the fall, this is the long way down. And our lives look smaller now, and our lives look so small

Listen I can't make
Make a sound or feel
feel fine, I kissed the lies,
Why must they be kissable?

Listen, as I break
break the fourth wall's seal
Gorgeous eyes shine suicide
When will we be invisible?

Under the summer rain, I burned away
Under the summer rain, we burned away
Under the summer rain, I burned away
Under the summer rain, you turned away


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