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My body is a skyscraper Yeah you heard me right It’s 6 miles high and made of glass To stand out in the night My body is a skyscraper With legs of stainless steel Holding up my giant frame
The ground seems to break open To reveal a tower tall I wonder what would happen If the tower were to fall The tower seems quite planted To the earth on which it stands
Memories wrapped around clots and strands Of hair oft described as gold, by those forgetting Its bearer led a life Best described as wing-clipped. Thigh-length, some days shining, others matted
Whether you were told I was stolen or given my story was shared. The ending never right, but nobody cared. Here's what happened, so pay attention. To this day I'm still unsure
happily ever after, sweet trinity of utterance evidence of dreaming, of love, of laughter an ending satisfactory, yet my tale tells a difference
I am a girl whose all cooped up in 200 sq ft I wanna talk I wanna walk I wanna run free I'm trapped and isolated I'm bored and jaded Please set me free
In my dreams, I always met the same man Who always went by the name of Dan. He never existed before, yet never existed then. He doesn't exist now, and he will never exist again.
A tower resides over many people. A bunch of villagers rush to the ornate and shiny tower. There is a plank that carries the long house and, The plank is held by the mob of people. The people just need to
Years has is it become Seeing eye to eye But very words Gave thrills and shrills To both, separated By approx. of 618.6 km And taking a 8 hour long travel Reaching by 7 in the morn
on the corner of Madison and Wells, a ghost with a gray cotton tee and tattered jeans saw my red lace dress and started deer hunting. he wasn’t timid, only lanky, and gripped the ground
"SHUT UP!" "Go back to where you came from you wetback!" I stood there as their words pounded against my ears. I watched the teacher rip the two boys apart, fists and faces smeared with blood.
If there is anytning I regret, it is that I held back, I didn't tell you all I wanted to say. I wanted you to see me for who I am, but these walls just kept growing higher. They seemed my protection.
Insidious dreams on the Eden of man A generation held in a pharmacist’s hand The crow is the devil and the devil rides thee Cigarettes are sold at the children’s tree Now thee shall know the human touch
I'm locked away, they say it's for my own good the bars and locks on both the windows and the door, I have a perfect view, a perfect view of where I can not go.
Sway. Sway. The tower of regret. Will it be us or the sky that falls?