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She loses herself within the pages that he writes Never knew life could be so bitter through someone else’s eyes Stabbing you in the back, but what’s the plan of attack Just to be watching from a distance, the disturbance that you lack Motionless stuttering aimlessly to the ground Overwhelmed by the filth that nurtures and surrounds Your dream-like disorder Learning as you get older Not to shake hands with the strangers whose immaturity seems shorter Nocturnal And breathe before the anxiety sets in Don’t stop just because the direction you’re following could bleed sin It’s the flow Of the fluid To let be And swim through it So let’s just smile as the rain hits and keep this ship in movement No creo En vivo para su asilo Ven conmigo Dynasty dwells on the richer man’s lawn As she chooses her words carefully Lips like the pawn Of the black and white lifestyle She nods as she sits while The pulse that once harbored takes its turn to stand trial Anointed, at last The shock theory stood chance But tell me how many licks does it take for you to understand You’re ignoring too much hurt The beauty of disturbed Until god whispered in your ear The pain fled dispersed And at first with unreasonable doubt It felt good to feel new Empowered by the strength and the wisdom that it grew Overseen by the temperament Not knowing where December went And all I saw within the darkness was a reflection of you
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
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She loses herself within the pages that he writes Never knew life could be so bitter through someone else’s eyes Stabbing you in the back, but what’s the plan of attack Just to be watching from a distance, the disturbance that you lack Motionless stuttering aimlessly to the ground Overwhelmed by the filth that nurtures and surrounds Your dream-like disorder Learning as you get older Not to shake hands with the strangers whose immaturity seems shorter Nocturnal And breathe before the anxiety sets in Don’t stop just because the direction you’re following could bleed sin It’s the flow Of the fluid To let be And swim through it So let’s just smile as the rain hits and keep this ship in movement No creo En vivo para su asilo Ven conmigo Dynasty dwells on the richer man’s lawn As she chooses her words carefully Lips like the pawn Of the black and white lifestyle She nods as she sits while The pulse that once harbored takes its turn to stand trial Anointed, at last The shock theory stood chance But tell me how many licks does it take for you to understand You’re ignoring too much hurt The beauty of disturbed Until god whispered in your ear The pain fled dispersed And at first with unreasonable doubt It felt good to feel new Empowered by the strength and the wisdom that it grew Overseen by the temperament Not knowing where December went And all I saw within the darkness was a reflection of you
paul-rousseau
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
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