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Dusk
03:42
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She awaits, ensuring the return of my enemy
A three part tragedy waiting in the wings
Carved with a pen whose ink runs red
The only outcome is my own suffering
Yet when the dusk comes, heavy and tired
I’ll hold her to my clawed chest
I’ll whisper all my softest words
But the coming darkness knows me best
I’m not made of kindness, not made sweet
Fought my way to the table, begged to eat
There’s iron in my veins, that only knows an enemy
Doubt is the most powerful plant it grew from a seed
There’s no relief, at the end of this road
It’s cyclical, the only real truth I’ve known
The light, it’s bright, when you hold it in your hands
But nothing can stop the night from coming again
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2. |
Terrible Things
02:17
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My hands are shaking, I try to pretend
I don’t feel them
My heart is racing, I choose to ignore
I don’t wanna think about it
I know they’re coming
They’re coming to take me
Back to the cells
Of my own making
But I’m just a fool
Who doesn’t want to see
All of the terrible things
That are coming
Shadows are playing, on the wall
As the darkness wakes inside me
Still I’ll deny, what is happening
Never had a choice, when the light leaves
I know they’re coming
They’re coming to take me
Back to the cells
Of my own making
But I’m just a fool
Who doesn’t want to see
All the terrible things
That I might be
My hands are shaking, I try to pretend
I don’t feel them
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3. |
When the Day Turns
04:55
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My voice gets louder, as the light gets dark
Where my eyes can’t recover, my lungs take over my heart
There’s a wilderness growing, inside my veins
I have hope for a garden, but no, it’s always the same
Where you see the colour fading from the day
I see the light being taken away from me
It’s the same story, I’ve always told
It never changes when the day turns cold
Nobody’s listening, or at least that’s how it seems
Cried wolf one too many times, now there’s a hollowness to my screams
So even though my hands were shaking, I pulled the roots right from my bloodstream
Looked them in the face and claimed disease, but still they planted seeds
Where you see the colour fading from the day
I see the light being taken away from me
It’s the same story, I’ve always told
It never changes when the day turns cold
And it feels weak to want someone to save me
Aren’t I stronger than that?
I’ve gone this round a million times
I don’t know why I’m still trying
Where you see the colour fading from the day
I see the light being taken away from me
It’s the same story, I’ve always told
It never changes when the day turns cold
There’s a wilderness growing, inside my veins
I have hope for a garden, but no, it’s always the same
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4. |
The Cold Comes
03:30
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Behind my eyes, my receptors receive
Notes of the colours, that I can see
The pinks and purples, beauty like no other
But I know what’s coming, when the night comes to smother
me
And I want to be brave, like they tell me I am
But with days this bright, there must be equilibrium
And when the cold comes on, and what it brings with it
Frost to freeze the leaves, and it takes me with it
I need to fight, I need to stand up
I need to hold my ground, I need to remember love
Why can’t I keep this, the beauty of the day
My hands are making fists, but it’s still getting away
I need to fight, I need to
I need to hold my ground, I need to
Why can’t I keep this
Why can’t I keep this
Why can’t I keep this
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5. |
The Better Life
03:56
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So, we’re here again
Holding tight to the railings
Trying desperately to not lose
So, we’re here again
Watching the life fall
Slipping from my grip is the chance to choose
This was the better life
They all promised me
I set the bar so high
And then fell behind
I guess we’re here again
The colours fading to sepia toned
I do what I can to reach out my hand
I guess we’re here again
You’re pulling my petals from the stem
I said I’d greet you as an old friend
This was the better life
I worked so hard to find
Why does it slip away
When it starts to solidify
I know we’re here again
All the lines start to blur
I can’t keep my story straight anymore
I know we’re here again
Wish that meant something
I’ll hand you everything and expect nothing
This was the better life
Or so I was told
You make sure I’m still bleeding
While my scars are getting old
This was the better life
They all promised me
I set the bar so high
And then fell behind
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6. |
The Stakes
03:33
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Where do you go
At the end of the line
The road’s run out
But I’m still trying to find
Who I am
When there’s nothing to be found
I’ve been lost
But there’s no one around
So help me out
And help me down
From this ledge I’ve crawled on
To find some higher ground
And isn’t it enough
That I should want to be free
Of this eternal nightmare
That keeps spinnin’ on me
Oh won’t you save me
I’ve been trying so hard
For all my tricks
I’ve been playin’ the wrong cards
I’ve been staring at the sky
As the light leaks out
Trying to find something
Better to sing about
So help me out
And help me down
From this ledge I’ve crawled on
To find some higher ground
And isn’t it enough
That I should want to be free
Of this eternal nightmare
That keeps spinnin’ on me
The heat is leaving my skin
And the night is creeping in
I know the rules to this game
The stakes are high if I don’t win
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Stephanie Hayward Toronto, Ontario
Stephanie Hayward is a musician based out of the Toronto, Ontario area. Creating mostly acoustic tunes for the meantime, she hopes to one day create the type of music that people can relate to and find their own stories within.
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