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Wolves howl on this silent night. Singing out anguish to the moon. Letting their fear and anger be known. Raising their voices, letting their pain be known.
I was wondering... 1. Do I really only have two followers who are interested in talking to me? 2. Do I not post enough? 3. Do I seem like a nuisance? 4. Am I one?
I'm a pest, And I'm a thief. Though, I do not mean no harm, I disturb your peace. But can you give me my peace? Can you give back what you took from me? Only half is fine.
I can't make you change I can't make you love I can't make you be who you were I can't make you be everything I can't make you love me Make me believe Make me trust
Will you walk away? Would you walk on by If I ignored you now would you say goodbye? Would you tell me it's not me you love anymore If I asked you to Will you stay?
Let's make this last forever You're so Delerious Let's be serious It's you and me Take what you want All of me I have what I need All of you Take off your clothes
Let's take a drive Me in the passenger seat The taste of Alcohol and ciggarettes on your breath It's summer crusing Summer Dreaming With you Take me away Back to the ocean
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this? Shampoo in my eyes. Give me cancer for a cause. Rush smoke in my lungs. I am an animal, I want to live free. Why cant the just let me be?
Pinches and medicine, Needles and a poke. This just has to be a painful joke. Their squirms are minimal, Their cries are silent, Allowing the ‘caretakers’ to be violent.