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Pinpricks on my arm Tiny pinches making me want to turn I know they're there And I know what I'll find But I don't want to find anything I want everything to stay how it is. It can't The pinpricks on my arm Are getting stronger. They're piercing now. Urgent. Still I stare at you Smiling, Taking in your beautiful face Knowing it's not so beautiful on the inside I pretend I don't know And so do you The pinpricks aren't pinpricks anymore They're knives stabbing me How much pain will I go through to live my wishful reality? Finally, I can't bare the pain anymore I turn to see the problem Face the facts Find the truth You were a lie The way I knew you were The pinpricks were warnings Subtle harmonies Hiding within the melodies This harmony was an ugly one Dissonant. And then the melody wore off And the harmony was the only thing left. So I left The world is full of melodies; We are all our own. But everyone is someone's harmony Either creating Ugly Flat Out of key Songs Or creating music Mocking Beethoven And doing a good job of it. You weren't my harmony Nor I yours I take my heart and leave.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Harmonies
Pinpricks on my arm Tiny pinches making me want to turn I know they're there And I know what I'll find But I don't want to find anything I want everything to stay how it is. It can't The pinpricks on my arm Are getting stronger. They're piercing now. Urgent. Still I stare at you Smiling, Taking in your beautiful face Knowing it's not so beautiful on the inside I pretend I don't know And so do you The pinpricks aren't pinpricks anymore They're knives stabbing me How much pain will I go through to live my wishful reality? Finally, I can't bare the pain anymore I turn to see the problem Face the facts Find the truth You were a lie The way I knew you were The pinpricks were warnings Subtle harmonies Hiding within the melodies This harmony was an ugly one Dissonant. And then the melody wore off And the harmony was the only thing left. So I left The world is full of melodies; We are all our own. But everyone is someone's harmony Either creating Ugly Flat Out of key Songs Or creating music Mocking Beethoven And doing a good job of it. You weren't my harmony Nor I yours I take my heart and leave.
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losthappyendings
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
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