These Hospital walls
are the palest of white
Here in this desert,
they're reciting my last rights.
The smell of these halls
bring temporary comfort,
as the oxygen flows through my blood.
el corazon was poisoned tonight.
She's on her eight of nine
When half of all your prayers are insincere,
the other half are lies.
Here is this watermark under this bridge,
the point where it crested,
rolled back and drifted into the sea.
I climb from this wreckage as the
smoke begins to clear from my lungs.
The closest of close calls has happened tonight.
It's time that I made things right,
for the first time, since the last time.
Let this moment of clarity lift this curse which
has been cast upon me.
So appreciate the good times,
but don't take the worse for granted,
'cause you only get so many second chances.
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