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He had been poison in her veins And she was insanity to his brain They made each other sick Whether it was the with love kind Or felt bonded to a contract they'd signed Knotted by promises
Empty pages that stare back, So pure and clean, Untainted with words, And the markings of my imagination. Was that not how I was before? Ignorant, and in bliss Not caring for the world.
I don't need a big mansion Nor a lot of money I don't need fancy clothes Nor a brand new car I don't need fame Nor the glory of it All I need is love Whether it's family A soulmate
I was waking up for the first time Seeing what's real
"She asked for it" he claimed They like to place blame Whose fault is it? Is it mine? Should I tell? Suddenly my mind begins to yell Tainted, showers will not wash the filth away
The windows to my soul are tinted They say that my soul is vintage I always thought my life was of very little interest I chase shadows in a pitch black room just to smile So much love for things that are so simple