The Magician from Apocrypha by Symfinity

Why this melancholy voice that echoes in my mind, telling me there's things I cannot find-Years have passed; the hourglass is slipping us away-If I could cast a spell then I would save the way I was, the way you were, when I'd try to be around for you even when you need to-Turn me away-Your magician disappears-All your hope and spirit lost in all your fear-To save what we have, only we can defeat this curse-It's only worse if you reach for what's not there-I can't repair-Help me how to deal with all this pain you feel inside-You've said that you're okay but it's a lie-Maybe I'll become a martyr, try to save your day-Say all the things that you want me to say-But it's not the thing you ever need-So obsessing about the way you feel that you finally need to-If you wanted me to help you-Even if I didn't have to-Doesn't mean that I don't care-I can only do my share-I have no sorcery-We can only be human

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