"I've become, the simple souvenir of someone's guilt. Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill. Madness fills my heart and soul. As if the great divide could swallow me whole"
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Words You Wished
Words You Wished
You Wrote Down
you may write me down in history
with your bitter, twisted lies
you may trod me in the very dirt
but still like dust,
i'll rise.
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July
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- the bullet or the chapstick
- coordinate brain and mouth
- new day in a life that you hate
- standing trial for your sins
- so call it quits or get a grip
- looks like i won't be around
- goodbye you liar
- chose to keep your teenage tragedy
- so play little player
- i'm not your lover, i'm not your friend
- I used to pray like God was listening
- I used to care i was being cared for.
- I used to be so original
- i used to be such a burning example
- trying not to see you as her worst mistake
- fell asleep with a liar.
- you are second hand smoke
- stay 18 forever
- i will paint myself out
- sin or spend the night alone
- you dont recover from a night like this
- my secrets for a buck
- short just like your temper
- until we disapear
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