Apr 2014
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As I thing of you I think of the waste of years
I spent them devoting my life to you
Consolidating my fears and secrets into a bottle for you to keep
Gently molding it from the engraving of your hands
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That were in mine day in and day out
Every glorious minute
So that it'd fit perfectly in your hands
For you to hide them
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*......
Not from everyone else
But from the monster I call myself
*......
As I thing of you I think of the waste of years
I spent them devoting my life to you
Consolidating my fears and secrets into a bottle for you to keep
Gently molding it from the engraving of your hands
......
......
That were in mine day in and day out
Every glorious minute
So that it'd fit perfectly in your hands
For you to hide them
......
*......
Not from everyone else
But from the monster I call myself
*......
