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Once upon a dead man’s dying wishMy war waging, a blade to my heartFriend’s we once called,I to youYou to IThen by what calamity bringsYou call to our loved ones,Justification, brittle
My hands were printed on the back of that glass But my view faded from that car window Don’t tell me about the notches on your belt though
I wake up before the sun, Finish homework, Pack a healthy lunch. Can't waste daylight, There's never enough. Can't read by starlight, There's never enough.
I am the early bird Leaving my nest on the daily to catch my worm But I am not your usual early bird, For I just never catch the worm. The early bird that’s always unlucky.
The furious sunflower grewup and out fromthe moronic cliffin adversarial passiondespising the repressionto bloom in magnificent effulgenceagainst the odds of austerity.
The True Me.
Behind this curtain is where I hide Watching the world around me. The artist I am, it never died I just don't let you see. When the paint flows free, canvas dyed That is when I'm left to be.
At some point or another, we all will want to quit.Everbody's been there. Go ahead and admit.But at some point in time, we will see how good life can get.
The water was clean, the water was clear The water was felt and fell over her Through her hair and to the nape of her neck It ran down her shoulders, onto her back Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul
Hey there. You with the tired eyes You are beautiful and I hope you realize They say the sky's the limit But the Milky Way's got your name on it It only gets better from here So don't fear
Here we go again The record players broken Its hard to miss Hearing all that’s unspoken I’m sick of this Waiting for the lights to go out