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addalynfink
17/F/Pennsylvania aspiring songwriter :)
this is for you (for you, ooh) one who treats me as taboo, (why do you) plant seeds in the wrong garden   the sprout’s already started her garden of insanity, cursed me as her pawn, so very draining, and i’m almost empty   torture’s not so temporary searching for my puppeteer she says look both ways till it’s all clear longing to cross the road of fear and things but i push to seize, and she pulls her strings false hope never hurt us but not even i can fake a prayer *** god’s fake and you taught me that if he was real he’d hand my freedom back so watch me give up the ghost of a hallelujah watch me surrender the soul you made a mess of watch me cut the strings of the puppet you adored give way to the hell that you swore   as i laugh with the hatred that helped me not to care anymore i want me back, but i hate you more this is for you you’re so small, don’t know why i dwell you think you’ll win? oh please you’re in over your head, that’s why you fell tangling you in my whims getting lost in my own web of sins why must guilt be this foreign? forgot how to feel, detoxed of emotion there’s beauty in such power my words, your host of terror you try so hard to keep your distance so i visit when you least expect it watch me give up the ghost of a hallelujah ruin your soul, *** nobody taught me how to love trap you in this garden of insanity life’s never fair, so my gift to you is clarity as i pull the strings of the puppet i adore i want to find me, but i need you more i need you more the reflection in the mirror smirks as i wipe my final tear broken glass on the floor i guess it was all in my head, a one person war
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 11:24 AM UTC
ghost of a hallelujah
this is for you (for you, ooh) one who treats me as taboo, (why do you) plant seeds in the wrong garden   the sprout’s already started her garden of insanity, cursed me as her pawn, so very draining, and i’m almost empty   torture’s not so temporary searching for my puppeteer she says look both ways till it’s all clear longing to cross the road of fear and things but i push to seize, and she pulls her strings false hope never hurt us but not even i can fake a prayer *** god’s fake and you taught me that if he was real he’d hand my freedom back so watch me give up the ghost of a hallelujah watch me surrender the soul you made a mess of watch me cut the strings of the puppet you adored give way to the hell that you swore   as i laugh with the hatred that helped me not to care anymore i want me back, but i hate you more this is for you you’re so small, don’t know why i dwell you think you’ll win? oh please you’re in over your head, that’s why you fell tangling you in my whims getting lost in my own web of sins why must guilt be this foreign? forgot how to feel, detoxed of emotion there’s beauty in such power my words, your host of terror you try so hard to keep your distance so i visit when you least expect it watch me give up the ghost of a hallelujah ruin your soul, *** nobody taught me how to love trap you in this garden of insanity life’s never fair, so my gift to you is clarity as i pull the strings of the puppet i adore i want to find me, but i need you more i need you more the reflection in the mirror smirks as i wipe my final tear broken glass on the floor i guess it was all in my head, a one person war
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