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A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close. The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer. Signatures are for the self righteous. What did I create? I must be asleep. You move in tones. You talk in shapes. I must be asleep. Waving as I disappear. I'm better than this, and I' better than you. This is where you beg for my sorrow. We should not play the maker; we should hold our breath now. Signatures are for the self righteous. What did I create? I wish this was easier! I wish this was closer! I've got nothing left; I'm so tired of all of you. I want to go back where we came from and stab this city. Maybe I'm just tired of a "perfect" world that we'll never have. From Letras Mania