Beaufort County n° 4

Beaufort County, photographer unknown.

And with all that we hide,we forget to feel free, like those warm embraces that never took place, we'll use again the masks we learnt to hate, and with all that we tell, we lie about the important dreams, since everything is lost and found, there's no bigger deal than hiding under the sun.

You'll always get burnt, baby.
Now times' been stopped, and everything's unclear, the siluettes are fading, the memories hold still, now all their eyes are silent, 'cause there's no love to breath, the last words were unspoken, the dreamer never believed.

I'm holding tight now.
Holding tight to the ground.

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Springlizard