You wear your scarlet letter
I bear my gilded cross
We share our worn expressions
With the heavens and the dust
Within that ivory tower
Hides the remnants of our hearts
Where years and lives devoured
Have turned our passion into husks
And ever since then I've held on to
The shell that played this song
That the oceans where I met you
Have been wearing all along
You wear your bloodied knuckles
Against the walls I have constructed
I stare through this filthy window
At my dreams, knowing I can not touch them.
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