Stars are painting faces in the shadows at dawn.
We're strangers to fantasy
in a "best seller" that'll never sell.
She sang of hiding places and scars healed in words.
Writing for her life, calling for the one.
Writing for her life, calling for the one.
Words fall and shatter and cold star lose their light
praying for miracles,
but no one's left there to remember.
The songs Rayella sings are not sung for me.
How can you complain
There's no one left for you?
You try do deny what's here
never seeing that I'm here too.
Laughing to forget
and crying to remember.
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