The Dangerous Summer — War Paint

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I was starting to shake
From the days I’ve been up
There’s a lot on my plate
And the ones I loved stopped answering

They left me to find myself
In my own hate
I work all alone with a cynical taste
And the day I get out

Is the day I’ll be made
I was cut out of stone
And carved with a blade.
Head down with all of my hardships

There’s nothing too strong
That I can’t face
Don’t stop ’till you finally have it
It should be more like a habit

Come down
All the fighting’s over
I let you breathe your own air
I will set my arms down in a corner

When I turn around
You will tell me how you’re up now
From your dream of clovers
Said, «not a thing will compare

To the sense you give me, and disorder
When you turn around
And I can’t breathe.»
There wasn’t a trace

Of the war letting up
And the days went on late
I struggled
And I fell to solid ground

It led me to my escape
Now here I am outside of your gate
I was hoping you could come down
Well, I came to say sorry

I shouldn’t have left
But my bitterness got to me
Before you did
And now I’m laying in gardens

Where we start over again
I know that you got me
And this is it