Missing pieces
Mourning Misery

I thought I could get by on my own
But nourishing a broken heart
Is too hard of a task to be done on my own
Especially when all the pieces aren’t there
and retrieving them from the dead is impossible
unless i die as well


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Lyrics by Mourning Misery

  A Angel Kiss   A Thread For Each Tear Shed   Air Borne   Alone on the horizon   Angel in Flight   Baby Blue Eyes   Back Down   Beautiful Scene   Bleeding, Unhealing   blood red grave   Blood Shed Made Us The Same   Blood Smeared Mirror   Boomerang   Boomerang   Broken   Bullet Envelopes   Clearer Skies   Craving   Crisp Nothing   Crystal Clear   Darkness   Deadthread   Death in Black Eyes   demons hatching from cocoons   dreams of conquering the stars   each thread for a tear shed   Emptiness...Decay   Empty   Eulogy Lullabies   Everything is you   Fallen from Broken Wings   Fear   Fear of Dead Love   God or a lie (people make such stupid decisions)   i cross my heart   I see you ahead   Inconsiderate   Infliction   Inhaling Death   Juat say it   Kiss the blade goodbye   L.O.V.E   Lost Meanings   Love Is You   Loved or hated, a rose or a thorn, which one hurts...   Meaningless Actions   Meant to be forever   My heart beats on   My Heart Lies Bleeding   Never so cryptic   Nightmares in my wake   No toleration for the intoxicated   Not forgotten   Nothing To Me   One Last Dying Scream(short song part 1)   Outer Beauty can be mistaken for Oxygen   Perfect Pulse   Pirates are nothing without their loot   Realization   Shadowed Life   Starless night sky blanket   Stories can end, especially a tragedy, but the aut...   The Chance for a second(short song part 2)   The Desired Evil(evil deceit)   The Final Scene   The Last of your Letters   Time in your hands is a knife through my chest tha...   Tossing a knife   Trust you?   Walking Dead   Withered Dove   Workday is over, this is the hardest job, I’m go...   You were