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Chains of heart strings locked away by fake queens Time behind a cell wall I wonder why love is a crime Punishment from something that my heart commits But my brain a bystander to an attack on beauty Witness to pain from someone meant to be a painkiller Your lying lips sounding like old movie scripts Bounding me to the cold corners of this mental cage Prison tattoos consisting of scarred arms Associates in romance and nothing more Holding hands just a misdemeanor You’re leaving me on parole.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Chains of heart strings
Chains of heart strings locked away by fake queens Time behind a cell wall I wonder why love is a crime Punishment from something that my heart commits But my brain a bystander to an attack on beauty Witness to pain from someone meant to be a painkiller Your lying lips sounding like old movie scripts Bounding me to the cold corners of this mental cage Prison tattoos consisting of scarred arms Associates in romance and nothing more Holding hands just a misdemeanor You’re leaving me on parole.
Siththa
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
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