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Standing In Ashes Of Who I Used To Be
Look at where I stand
In the remains of my old self
What was once admirable and soft to the touch
Is now a wasteland of pity and false hope
From beautiful melodies
To broken strings of an instrument
Why must I have been broken?
Why couldn't it have been an end?
These thoughts are now a past thought
I sit inside and I realize I'm ok now
Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes
Born to always be beautiful
I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be
© Aries Andino
In the remains of my old self
What was once admirable and soft to the touch
Is now a wasteland of pity and false hope
From beautiful melodies
To broken strings of an instrument
Why must I have been broken?
Why couldn't it have been an end?
These thoughts are now a past thought
I sit inside and I realize I'm ok now
Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes
Born to always be beautiful
I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be
© Aries Andino
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