I remember those nights when I used to laugh,
Find amusement in childish things,
Had a smile so beautiful it made people cry in jealousy,
I didn't just walk away... I flew by everyday misery
I had wings that could glow in the harsh light...
I had voice so sweet men used to fall down to there knees and pray I would never leave...
NOW all that is gone like the famous wind
Holding onto memories turns me bitter like an old rusty car machine; no heart where the ignition is supposed to lay, no wheels spinning in my mind -they called me damages goods -a rotten apple with a muddled soul that's all I am now...
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I remember those nights when I used to laugh,
Find amusement in childish things,
Had a smile so beautiful it made people cry in jealousy,
I didn't just walk away... I flew by everyday misery
I had wings that could glow in the harsh light...
I had voice so sweet men used to fall down to there knees and pray I would never leave...
NOW all that is gone like the famous wind
Holding onto memories turns me bitter like an old rusty car machine; no heart where the ignition is supposed to lay, no wheels spinning in my mind -they called me damages goods -a rotten apple with a muddled soul that's all I am now...
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