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Apr 2016
I wish I could turn back time and see if I wasn't loved
every time I see something I have this urge to put it in words
draw across the canvas of nonsense, I know there's little time
I'm painted so ugly that I don't walk in sunshine

I have no idea what to do with
all this pain
so I paint another face and give it
a new name
    and the smoke chokes all as I wait
for the rain
I turn my back to the wall and the
canvas is blank again


I'm here, I'm screaming, I swear it was there
I don't think I'll be leaving, I'm still breathing what I wear



sometimes my voice gets lost
in the silence I make
I wonder how many more lie's
my conscience can take
I know I'll change into a monster
before I ever escape
My mind feels so strange
after the lights fade

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
i'm wearing a smile on my face
It is so hard to live and breathe
when you're suffering
from your own mind and space



it gets so lonely after a while
that I can only feel my own face
my heart is still young and vile
searching for an unknown place
I'm so far from home
I think I've forgotten where I'm from
as I count my steps so I can go black
when the sun's in shade



*I'm here, I'm screaming, I swear it was there
I don't think I'll be leaving, I'm still breathing what I wear


I'm here, I'm screaming, I swear it was there
I don't think I'll be leaving, I'm still breathing what I wear
aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
(28/M/india)   
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