Like old junk stored away from sight.
We cast away never did we bid farewell as well
as we did lastnight.
Traggic lines always captured you best.
No matter the number I willl forever adore you above
all the rest.
Blame it on them or maybe just choose me.
Of all the tales spun none match this.
For what never was, was never to be.
Old flames fires that smolder still.
Cast the stones repressed emotions.
So broken once the man who's lost that iron will.
I remember whenever I choose to not lie.
Maybe we seek us in every other watred down try.
Pages past so far I still have yet to erase.
The scent of regret tattred is my soul kept
like some worn photograph still it shows your face.
For so long it was a burden but with dying breath
he was set free.
Played out by the band.
What never was.
Would never be.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Like old junk stored away from sight.
We cast away never did we bid farewell as well
as we did lastnight.
Traggic lines always captured you best.
No matter the number I willl forever adore you above
all the rest.
Blame it on them or maybe just choose me.
Of all the tales spun none match this.
For what never was, was never to be.
Old flames fires that smolder still.
Cast the stones repressed emotions.
So broken once the man who's lost that iron will.
I remember whenever I choose to not lie.
Maybe we seek us in every other watred down try.
Pages past so far I still have yet to erase.
The scent of regret tattred is my soul kept
like some worn photograph still it shows your face.
For so long it was a burden but with dying breath
he was set free.
Played out by the band.
What never was.
Would never be.
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