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Johnnyjoiner28
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This Wooden door, This wooden floor, This Fireplace sparks for the couple sitting right before Its cold outside, dim light creeps in from the night -Have no fright -Everything will be alright -Sit tight -I’ll check it out -No one’s here but us -So there’s no reason to fuss -I will always love you I promise -Why wouldn’t I be honest? She doesn’t see it, Nor believe it But his eyes don’t lie, Nor deceive it He goes towards the foreign light, This life am i right? This Wooden door This Wooden floor The fireplace with wooden decor Out of breath out of light Out of warmth full of night Wrinkles form on the womans face He is not here , know life’s not a race Life became hollow after the loss All that sorrow, oh god! Support my cross Wife felt betrayed Because promises were made But the Husband kept what he made He watched over her for the past 3 decade Wife sits down on a wooden chair She is left with no affair She thinks back to the good old days When she had a husband and wooden things “This place was a fantasy I wanted no where else to be Alone here doesn’t seem so right I should start to move my soul out “ The light in the dark she starts to see it Voice inside says “believe in it” the carpenters sweet voice she recognized “Don’t give in don’t fantasize I tried to tune it out By turning on his old sander I hear the sound go louder and louder I see my soul go higher and higher” The voice hits that woodnote Rejoice! Its her death note.
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Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
Johnnyjoiner28
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This Wooden door, This wooden floor, This Fireplace sparks for the couple sitting right before Its cold outside, dim light creeps in from the night -Have no fright -Everything will be alright -Sit tight -I’ll check it out -No one’s here but us -So there’s no reason to fuss -I will always love you I promise -Why wouldn’t I be honest? She doesn’t see it, Nor believe it But his eyes don’t lie, Nor deceive it He goes towards the foreign light, This life am i right? This Wooden door This Wooden floor The fireplace with wooden decor Out of breath out of light Out of warmth full of night Wrinkles form on the womans face He is not here , know life’s not a race Life became hollow after the loss All that sorrow, oh god! Support my cross Wife felt betrayed Because promises were made But the Husband kept what he made He watched over her for the past 3 decade Wife sits down on a wooden chair She is left with no affair She thinks back to the good old days When she had a husband and wooden things “This place was a fantasy I wanted no where else to be Alone here doesn’t seem so right I should start to move my soul out “ The light in the dark she starts to see it Voice inside says “believe in it” the carpenters sweet voice she recognized “Don’t give in don’t fantasize I tried to tune it out By turning on his old sander I hear the sound go louder and louder I see my soul go higher and higher” The voice hits that woodnote Rejoice! Its her death note.
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How deeply will I sink to the depths, While I’m soaring high through the sky. You sleep and I count all your breaths, No use in hiding the truth in my eyes. Deep inside I fall deeper, Without any fright or doubt, I plummet, and with every meter I ask, how did this come about. Expected or not, it's not certain. Fought and gave like there’s no tomorrow. Hope what's left, till the final curtain, I’ll let you plunge me into my sorrow. Now life floods me with every flavor, And colors are no longer blend. Even a grain of sand acts in my favor, And up into heaven I ascend.
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Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC
Johnnyjoiner28
How deeply...
How deeply will I sink to the depths, While I’m soaring high through the sky. You sleep and I count all your breaths, No use in hiding the truth in my eyes. Deep inside I fall deeper, Without any fright or doubt, I plummet, and with every meter I ask, how did this come about. Expected or not, it's not certain. Fought and gave like there’s no tomorrow. Hope what's left, till the final curtain, I’ll let you plunge me into my sorrow. Now life floods me with every flavor, And colors are no longer blend. Even a grain of sand acts in my favor, And up into heaven I ascend.
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