It's a story of vanilla skies and deep blue seas,
Of forgotten love of friendship betrayed.
Where years of toil turned to ash
Where heaven met hell and burnt us all.
The forever lasting trust broken in a second.
Ties deeper than blood cut in a blink.
So do you remember that story?
The story of vanilla skies and deep blue seas.
Of forgotten love, of friendship betrayed.
How figments of imagination came crasging down.
With pieces of heart and fragments of soul.
How elixir of love turned to poison.
Of how I took the fall.
So don't you remember that story?
In which I painted my vanilla skies crimson over you.
(Something I wrote a long way back)
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