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Early Distressdamp morningthoughts ravaging my heartthroughout actions we didn't think twice of.Painful eyesdisplay of a short night of sleepand bruisestell me of yesterdays carelesnessleaving me in dangeris more dangerous than you'd thinknot only in physical waysfor my mental abilities go beyond worrying.Thoughts that scare meas though they are the beginning of the endthe end I expected at some pointbut never this way.I cannot relieve my angernor display what I feel without trouble.It's like a tangled knotsettling in the depths of my very soul.You are sleeping, though never soundlyand I wish you would indulge yourselfin troubles you neither understand nor feel without being told.We seem to be the heartsthat are always short on timeso we never can truly solvewhat our hearts hold in it's darkened chambersof pain.
The End of the mourning.Sycamore's cries fadeinto the damp morning airas I step unto your graveknowing you're lying down thereI kneel down on the hardened stoneclose my eyes and relive memoriesmemories of long agoand the dark disguises my criesfor youI fall down and feel the rainslowly soaking who I amdraining all of the old painclotting it up with the sand.and I try to melt myselfso I can travel with the waterlightning moves and clock says twelveand my soul carries on furtherA body lying in the sandon an early digged graveout of heaven reaches a handand gives back all she ever gaveskin becomes mud and blood is waterand all that's left is a heartevery other part of her gathersThey're no longer apart.
LeavingI'm not alrightwhen I try to talkit all just ends up in a fightI'm not alrightI'm feeling hurtby what you didand I'm still clinging to your shirtmy heart is hurtwhat gives you the rightto slowly end my lighthow can you say you love meand keep hurting mewhy don't I stopjust set you out of my mindand let you dropwhy don't I stopI still believeA very small part of methinks we can beI still believeWhy do I cryWhen every single tear is waistedAt this timebut I still crystep awayand don't look backjust pull it offas a matter of factjust break the bondsit will be healthier that waybut I don'twant to be aloneI have no heartthat's made of stoneI'd rather diethen leave him nowafter todayI wanna goI guess I hadall this world´s worthsI told you soI wanna go
untitledwhen she sleeps,the inside of her mind is a spanish lullabyjust gentle chords strung into abeautiful tapestry of sound. her skinsmells of oranges and cloves, and her hair iscinnamon brown. she reminds you ofthe feeling of waking up in the morning,thirsty. she is the song you play forevery kind of weatherevery kind of mood. you feel herfingers on your cheek when you sleep,you dream she's there with you. and evenwhen she's far away,you hear her like the voice of a flute.a haunting sound carried onthe wind, past hills and fields andhome to you.
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