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Dec 2014
Like a freak on a leash,
Like a box that won't fit,
Like a gift you don't want,
Like a curse seeping through...
(I am.)
Like a sun that can scortch or warm,
Like a moon that howls or cries,
Like a tree that can grow or die,
Like a bird learning to fly...
(I am.)
Like a barely living frontal lobe,
Like a drug you can't kick,
Like a love that will stick,
Like a place you will never forget...
(I am.)


Time will tell you my history *****,
Then again in the end,
We're all ******.
Either way I am what I am,
No matter what I do,
I hate who I've been,
But you will love the new.


Like a warm fire, burning
Like a pretty record, turning
Like a loving phone call, lasting
Like a soft touch, moving...
(I am.)
Like places of unseen beauty
Like burried treasure found
Like waves crashing down
Like loves sweet sweet sounds...
(I am.)
Like beauty in words, unheard
Like songs played softly
Like hands intertwined
Like a place in your mind...
(I am.)


Time will tell you my history *****,
Then again in the end,
We're all ******.
Either way I am what I am,
No matter what I do,
I hate who I've been,
But you will love the new.


Just tell me you want me to stay,
Weather for friend or for love,
We'll see.
Just please, tell me...

Its not so bad
I'm not what I was.
Just give me a chance
And I can give you a love.


Because...
Time will tell you our history *****,
Then again in the end,
We're all kinda ******.
Either way we are what we are,
No matter what we do,
We all hate who we've been,
But they will love the new.
Originally a song
Sunny Snow
Written by
Sunny Snow  Madison, WI
(Madison, WI)   
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