

Not readyI can't think straight. It's all turning black. If I slip away, Who will care?Not ready
I'm not ready to make nice with you. I'm not ready to back down. I'm mad as hell at you and it isn't going to change at all. If I finally do right, Who will it hurt?
I'm mad at you for every pain you've caused. And I'm not backing off.
Why do you do this to me? You've hurt me once before. I can't do this anymore.
I'm not ready to move on. I'm not ready to hate you. I'm mad as hell , and I don't want to be. I still want to love you. But


Out Of ReachWhen we are asunder, I speak so cautiosly, Using the sweetest of elegies.Out Of Reach
Pondering out fate, My eyes do turn crimson, Oh, just a touch of red.
Feelings of yesteryear, Those are so melancholy, Though I shall not regret.
Bloom like the amaranth, Unto thy world, radiate, Unlike my dissonance.
Here I am so desolate, Still out of reach, Flailing to bring you near.
Waiting for catastrophe, Fate deals the dirty cards, A false sense of security.
A consolation prize, My only posession. The r
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"On the blackest waves in history, we watch them as they go. Through fire, pain, and once again we know."
- from: "Through Fire And Flames" by Dragonforce
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