unlucky skin
unlucky skin


There’ll come a time when all of us must leave here

Then nothing sister Mary can do will keep me here with you

Nothing in this life that I’ve been trying

Can equal or surpass the art of dying

Do you believe me?

There’ll come a time when all your hopes are fading

When things that seemed so very plain

Become an awful pain

Searching for the truth among the lying

And answered when you’ve learned the art of dying

Are you still with me?

But if you want it, then you must find it

But when you have it, there’ll be no need for it

There’ll come a time when most of us return here

Brought back by our desire to be

A perfect entity

Living through a million years of crying

Until you realize the Art of Dying

Can you believe me?

(via lynseylynsey)

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