Burning my tender skin.
Blinding my tearful eyes.
Something that is within.
Something that never dies.
Follow the blurry line.
Final decision made.
Running to the divine.
Running to fall and fade.
I don't notice beautiful things.
I don't notice beautiful things.
I don't notice beautiful things.
But they notice me.
Scattered some crimson beads
Over the asphalt road.
Being what someone needs.
Doing what I've been told.
Blinding my tearful eyes.
Burning my tender skin.
Something that never dies.
Something that is within.
I didn't notice beautiful things.
I didn't notice beautiful things.
I didn't notice beautiful things.
But they noticed me.
Beautiful things
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