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Jul 2014
Now what is this feeling?
Are you still reeling and relying,
On thoughts of the dying and no,
I can’t stop all the crying and I don’t know,
Where to go, whether or not to run and hide it,
Because this is no fun and yes I might’ve lied,
And now I might be lying, but at least I’m trying with,
The hearts of the girls that really tried to care,
Now let’s see how you fare against me,
And, no this really isn’t fair, but I dare,
You to try better than me to die,
Cause you won’t be able to see,
What it really is to be living,
Without giving it all up for free,
And they told me I was God,
They told me I was God

Oh no, now I can’t be left alone,
With these deaf strangers,
But it’s ok, I’m more dangerous on my own,
Now who are you Miss and tell me what am I?
Why are you here at all and why did you try?
Because I’m kicking and I’m screaming,
From all your picking at my feelings,
You like to stalk and talk but it’s just going to make,
Me walk right away because anymore and I might break,
Any day soon and I’ll be closing up this door,
Frozen to the spot and I can’t thaw,
And I rot in this space, can’t embrace your embrace,
I hate this place, but I love your face,
And the taste of all the fear,
At the end of it all now all so near,
Makes me retrace the steps I’ve taken,
Try and find the path I’ve trod,
Because they told me I was God,
Yes they told me I was God
Bryn Dawes
Written by
Bryn Dawes  Essex
(Essex)   
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