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Secluded in the corner of a dusty attic, Are things that may be best left static. Secrets left undiscovered and unknown, Things that cannot be atoned. Who knows what will be found?
I don’t have tattoos to hide my skin I use them to show what I represent within As my body is the tongue that my mind speaks And the stories I have on my body are still incomplete.
Trapped in an asylum of comfort and love I’ll never truly know what I’m capable of Sorry Mom, I leave you behind But you have a piece of my heart worth A collection of lifetimes.
Within the clouds I find nothing But within your voice I see something In the distance, The dark is near But in my heart The stars are clear
Years have passed and my heart still yearns, For a love, which is a love that hurts worse I reach out to draw you in But get hurt as I learn that you seek lonliness. But rather than sitting all alone,
I am an arsenal pulling on my gun The bullet flies across the room All the men need to run. My lips are steel as they take heart and turn Heads of luxury and fury, I speak every word.
As my eyes rain this cold, wet sorrow... My heart yearns for a better tomorrow To feel lips brushed against mine Gently pressed, one of a kind. Yes, the cold is trapped in my sweater
Shes afraid of originality, so she doesnt speak her mind.