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Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold What did I do to deserve the world and more I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold
I don't know why this happens to me, I don't know why I fucking bleed. You hold the knife so close and tight, I scream and yell throughout the night. You sleep peacefully safe and sound,
Along the island’s shore lay the remnants of the ships debris. The salty air from the ocean breeze fills my lungs and burns deep. My eyes squint at the dominant sun, and my skin sizzles from the blistering heat.
We started with a "hey" We ended in "good bye" You left me on the floor Pretending I'm fine But you left me out to dry And all you had were lies I think about you everyday
Hold me close Don't let me go I'm falling for you but I doubt you know Tell me I'm not crazy to give you so much and expect so little. What are we doing? Is this love or is it lust?
The rain began in my brain, Its lightning strikes my heart. Its torrential downpour Takes sight away, Tunnel vision
I thought it was a thing but it was just a fling,truely it was games played by a player. Thought I made myself clear about trust being dear.
My fingers have froze the tips are bleeding a gentle stream of flowing red blood. Everything I love is slowly fading away or frozen in time within my mind.
I had something beautiful, I had something beautiful, something amazing, something worth dying for, somthing worth my time, my life, my heart, my soul.
i know how you feel i've been there i know how you feel lost jaded and scared i know how you feel heart broken battered and bruised i know how you feel cheated dejected and used
I was on a stroll, when I took a glimpse Of a garden in a man’s home. Petals, leaves, vines were behind the fences Fragrances, shaped, colors invaded my senses,
The heart-wrenching news you tell me nowadays Is stored in the latched box of my distant mind; it decays Into my deepest and darkest ponders, And upon reminder is where this distraction wanders.
Do you know the difference? It's your new-found lack of interest The way we used to speak, About this life, That romantic time at Miller creek, You made me feel so much alive,
our Love is like a rose. Beautiful to the eye, And deadly to touch. Feeding off of words so lovely and sweet. Thriving off of passion and feelings so deep.
I once knew of a girl, Roaming and young, Who closed her eyes when it rained, And envied the sun.
The look in her eyes as her heart shattered, almost unbearable to see. Tears slowly trickled down her ghostly white cheeks, as if her whole life was stripped away in seconds.
I was miserably You made me feel sick, joy, sad, happy,mad And all of the above In time these wounds will heal, But for now the scars are gaping Figuratively raping Me on a subconscious level
I scramble alone in this vast place where streams seem to run on forever i am alone and oh so lonely it seems i am the only one in this vast place on the other side of the streams
Think I should lay down beside her, but no, not behind her. it might get intense if I decide to fold blind her I mean blind fold her. high thoughts announced sober. I'm saying shawty, my heart's colder