| Hope, dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out The shine of it has caught my eye Roped me in so mesmerizing And so hypnotizing I am captivated I am...
Vindicated... I am selfish, I am wrong I am right, I swear I'm right SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now The things you swore you saw yourself
So clear Like the diamond in your ring Cut to mirror your intention Oversized and overwhelmed The shine of which has caugh my eye And rendered me so isolated So motivated, I am certain now That I am...
So tired of the corners of your lips Part them and feel my finger tips Trace the moment for forever Defense is paper thin Just onc touch and I'd be in too deep To ever swim against the current
So let me slip away So let me slip against the current So let me slip away
Vindicated... I am selfish, I am wrong I am right, I SWEAR I'm right SWEAR I KNEW IT ALL ALONG And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I swear I'm seeing in me now The things you swore you saw yourself
Like hope, dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption |
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| hello... i haven't written since summertime... but, i'm here and i don't know what to write about. anyway... i'm not going to write cuz i don't know what to write about. until next time america.... |
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| Look at me, my depth perception must be off again Cuz this hurts much deeper than I thought it did It has not healed with time, It just shot down my spine You look so beautiful tonight Remind me how you laid us down And gently smiled before you destroyed my life
Would you find it in your heart To make this go away And let me rest in pieces Find it in your heart To make this go away And let me rest in pieces
Look at me my depth perception must be off again You got much closer than I thought you did I'm in your reach You held me in your hands
But could you find it in your heart To make this go away And let me rest in pieces Find it in your heart To make this go away And let me rest in pieces
Let me rest in pieces |
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| i dont know why they make some toilet papers with pretty little pictures on it... who wants to wipe their ass with flowers anyway? oh look... i shitted in the garden. |
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