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Oct 2015
I line them all up and I lay them all out
I've grown accustom to the games we play
As every day the world revolves on repeat
Though it happens the same each time
I'll never claim defeat of your little crime
Because it was rigged from the start

Through the blackest hours of the dark
I'll never loose sight of the spark
That always seems to bring me right back to you
Really is there anything else I am left to do

I never meant to become such a pest
It will happen to the best
or so I've heard
Maybe just another faded word

I can not help the way that I am drawn into the light
I am overwhelmed by the surrounding sight
As visions beguine to take hold of my mind
I loose track of the words I struggle to find
An experience I desperately try to articulate
If I had the words there would be no reason for debate

   As the world comes to a close
I cant escape the feeling that I have come so close
Just to see everything within the boundary of my reach
I cant help to feel as though our contract I have breached
Because there was always something I envisioned more

Through the blackest hours of the dark
I'll never loose sight of the spark
That always seems to bring me right back to you
Really is there anything else I am left to do

I never meant to become such a pest
It will happen to the best
or so I've heard
Maybe just another faded word

Through the worst hours of the end
I'll be right there by your side to defend
From the beginning of the start
Before and after it had a chance to fall apart
I will not walk away from this
I can not escape the visions I've seen of bliss
The possibilities of you and me

I've gone and tied my tong right into a knot
Lacking something everything starts to rot
I am the executioner of my own punishment
As I try to keep everything internalized
By now I thought you would have realized
The trail left between the lines
The trail that best defines

Through the blackest hours of the dark
I'll never loose sight of the spark
That always seems to bring me right back to you
Really is there anything else I am left to do

I never meant to become such a pest
It will happen to the best
or so I've heard
Maybe just another faded word

I have come this far and set the direction that I choose
I am the only one to risk what I can potentially loose
So if you go your way separate from mine
I'll be the one to decide weather to cross that line
As I fall apart under the pressure of the shame
I never intended for you to take the blame

Maybe we are meeting again at the wrong time
But the future I am sure holds secrets of the sublime
I have seen it all from the beginning to the end
Still I'll hold you up and call you a friend
So long as I have you by my side
I have no need to find a place to reside

You are the only future I can come to see
It could be just you and me
Together we'd make a family
Because so long as you will always be within my clasp
I can not help but every moment to grasp
For a chance to bring myself back to you
A feeling I have held for so few
Written by
Steven Osborne
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