Barren Wasteland
This is my barren wasteland. Nothing here is as it seems.
This is my barren wasteland. This is what you�ve left of me.

If august were a town, could we live forever?
If you weren�t so cold, could I stand the weather?
All those sleepless nights are gone; all my friends have flown away.
And you are all I wish to contain

This is my barren wasteland. Nothing here is as it seems.
This is my barren wasteland. This is what you�ve left of me.
Our tears, just like our hearts
Collided, conjoined, and fell apart.


This is my love, this is my death
You are the one I feel whole with
Pretend it�ll go away, pretend you�ll come back someday.
Inside I know you�re gone, I�ve lost my dawn.

This is my barren wasteland. Nothing here is as it seems.
This is my barren wasteland. This is what you�ve left of me.
Our tears, just like our hearts
Collided, conjoined, and fell apart.
Copyright � Scott Nash [Saturnine Marquis]
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