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Your Demise Tears as loose as the ribbon fluttering from your hair to the floor Stepping back I wonder if this agony is justice That a last breath So you hold your head up high As fate has sacrificed the utter astonishment from your eyes There is but a wish To close those eyes for good I know this on the wind Would help you if I could Smile at your demise Ill hold you in the palm of my hand as if a sugar rose Letting the sweetness perspire Into my flesh Ill hold you as this As the sobs retch through your chest Ill smile rather than laugh As laughing takes more effort More muscles contract So we act As if playing a game The winner shall rise upon a white cloud steadfast and gallant Towards the prize Him I will smile at you loosing this Round As he walks me home instead of you Truth is I don't really want him I taking him because I can I'm seducing him as I never liked you much I never said I was a good person
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Your Demise
Your Demise Tears as loose as the ribbon fluttering from your hair to the floor Stepping back I wonder if this agony is justice That a last breath So you hold your head up high As fate has sacrificed the utter astonishment from your eyes There is but a wish To close those eyes for good I know this on the wind Would help you if I could Smile at your demise Ill hold you in the palm of my hand as if a sugar rose Letting the sweetness perspire Into my flesh Ill hold you as this As the sobs retch through your chest Ill smile rather than laugh As laughing takes more effort More muscles contract So we act As if playing a game The winner shall rise upon a white cloud steadfast and gallant Towards the prize Him I will smile at you loosing this Round As he walks me home instead of you Truth is I don't really want him I taking him because I can I'm seducing him as I never liked you much I never said I was a good person
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
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