UnforgettableThis dream comes again, and again, and again, of that time long ago, although I can never remember when, I first saw those eyes, big beautiful brown, partnered with that sweet, sing song voice, that stole my frown. When I first touched your hands, so soft and serene, and felt your loving touch, from which I will never wean. So long ago, when I warmed your frosty soul, the past where our two hearts, were bruised but whole, but when I wake from this vision, I can't see or feel, this beautiful girl, that is oh so surreal. And although i've done it all, to forget you, it's true, myUnforgettable
I Wish For HappinessA perpetual overload, as I jump overboard. Now I swim out to sea, in this ocean of hypocracy. As you watch me from the boat, I struggle to sink, not to float. And as I go down, I swim free like the fish, Without this world's filth, I finally have my wish.I Wish For Happiness
In Love With YouAsk me how it feels to be so high, this cloud nine feeling that I can't deny. It's the feeling I get when you look in my eyes, my stupid expressions of shock and suprise. As it's burning me up, as my heart and soul fry, as it tears me apart, makes my insides cry. Like your own little puppet, played on the inside, all the while you pretend, run, and hide. So, ask me what it's like to be in love with you, and you'll get an answer that is oh so true. It's like shooting me in the heart, and salting the wound, while being kissed by an angel, under a perfect moon.In Love With You
This WasteA barren place, this desert waste, this empty space, so full death's taste. Nothing but dirt, rock, and sand, just sweltering heat in this forgiveless land. But however bare and desolate it seems, it flourishs with life beneath its seams. It beats a pulse that floods this land, with a worthless life we'll never understand. Even when its scarred, and torn apiece, My damned heart, wont let me die in peace.This Waste
Tattered KiteI've been searching this island For too many years. An unquenched hunger, That strengthens with my fears. Alone in the wilderness, Nothing more to do. I would try to leave, But there's nowhere to move. Cold and frightened, In these strange, winter nights, I'll beg till the morning For that worn, tattered kite.Tattered Kite
Been Waiting All NightI'm waiting to see you, Been waiting all night. Anticipation awakens, And stirs up a fright. This road never reallyBeen Waiting All Night
Had a direction, All I knew, Was that it was
My escape to perfection. In a scattered desert, I keep the peace. Let's just say my soul, Is considered the least. In the morning, When the sand dunes rise, I will shake off the dust, That covers my eyes. I'm waiting to see you, Been waiting all night.
Maybe ThenIf you only knew, how I feel 'bout you. Maybe then you would understand. Why one minute, I hate you. The next, I adore you. maybe if you got the guts, to look into these bottomless eyes, maybe you would understand, my position in this hollow wasteland. This wasteland of broken spirits, broken dreams, terrifying nightmares, and millions of broken hearts. Maybe you would be able to hear, all the screams that echo in my mind. All the pain that's accumulated, from just my short lifetime. Maybe you could peek, for just a second,Maybe Then
Touch Me I bleedIt rains, it sears every time it shrinks me and I leave Captured and trapped in God's plan when I retrieve I can see it, crooked and flawed the nest I tried to weave So why you feed me pain, tormented you ask me to heaveTouch Me I bleed
I thought I lost sense but if you touch me, punch me I bleed And I feel my way through, no promises to be there to lead I have always wanted more, your promises is not what I need
You threw me in that emptiness, now watch me glide On pieces of forgiveness I died, went soft and truly tried I couldn't see your every night sigh, your every day tide That ch
How funny
Glad
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I'm escaping the pain,
So let me.
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In Our Darkest Hour
Will You Still Care?
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I'm escaping the pain,
So let me.
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I'm escaping the pain,
So let me.
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And when the flood of words comes
You shall know me by my inkstained fingers,
By my shadow puppets and hand-drawn marionettes
Who sing lyrics like priestesses spout prayers.
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"Your Orwellian language notwithstanding- it's a fucking machine. It's a tool."
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The words are the spark.
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