Coming Home from The Unchosen by Karibow

That's me in the corner of my private Avalon
But she'll never mourn her personal loss.

I tried to resist it. I tried to forget.
She met me, I missed it. But she'll never regret

Another angel's fallen down but she will never understand it
My darkest memory's calling.
I better try to get away

Again it's building up on me, takes me away eventually,
takes much too much of everything.

One breakdown in two lines
Three rescue calls, four warning signs
I'm haunted by my five big fears, I'm coming home
Six lies in seven days,
eight times a choice, nine different ways for ten long years
and nothing feels like coming home

I'm crying a river and our separate ways are driving me insane
and there's not a single moment of truth in the story we relate.
I know there's a part of you that never ever opens up to me
And I'm walking right behind you listening to your distant melodies.

One breakdown in two lines...

Year by year, step by step, tear by tear fills the gap.
I was brought up by the rain, I was brought down by the cheapest lie.

One breakdown in two lines...

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