Dream Theater -Space dye vest

Falling through pages of Martens on angels
Feeling my heart pull west
I saw the future dressed as a stranger
Love in a space-dye vest
Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding
A pool in the shape of a heart
Beauty projection in the reflection
Always the worst way to start
"But he's the sort who can't know
Anyone intimately, least of all a
Woman,
He doesn't know what a woman
Is,
He wants you for a possession,
Something to look at like a painting or an ivory box.
Something to own and to display.
He doesn't want you to be real,
Or to think or to live.
He doesn't love you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and
Feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms.
It's our last chance
It's our
Last chance"
Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it
Learning to swallow the rage
Found a new girl I think we can make it
As long as she stays on the page
This is not how I want it to end
And I'll never be open again
"I was gonna move out, get,
Get a job, get my own place,
But, I g

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