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Just because you know no more than your old scars and heavy eyes doesn't mean I have to keep to your old ways. And its all I can to not turn back to watch you watching me walk away. I wish I could go so far to not see your eyes but I know that I will see them in every reflection and shard of darkness I have to walk past. The cracks in these roads are getting so wide that every step is a leap of faith. The horizon is getting closer and from here we can see less of the blue sky. The roads are turning into dusty footpaths so close that we can't even hold hands. These are not days for thinking and contemplation but for putting distance between yourself and your bad decisions. The things that can hurt and the things that can **** The days for remembering are getting close and silence hits us when we least expect it and the shadows are never far behind. Too slow to see and to quick to outrun. I'll lead you to the blinding lights and say that this is a chance we have to take. Our chance. And you say that their is always more than one way to escape.
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
Roadside Memories
Just because you know no more than your old scars and heavy eyes doesn't mean I have to keep to your old ways. And its all I can to not turn back to watch you watching me walk away. I wish I could go so far to not see your eyes but I know that I will see them in every reflection and shard of darkness I have to walk past. The cracks in these roads are getting so wide that every step is a leap of faith. The horizon is getting closer and from here we can see less of the blue sky. The roads are turning into dusty footpaths so close that we can't even hold hands. These are not days for thinking and contemplation but for putting distance between yourself and your bad decisions. The things that can hurt and the things that can **** The days for remembering are getting close and silence hits us when we least expect it and the shadows are never far behind. Too slow to see and to quick to outrun. I'll lead you to the blinding lights and say that this is a chance we have to take. Our chance. And you say that their is always more than one way to escape.
daniel-winters
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Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
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