Your kind feeling leaving me hesitant.
I gave you my truth; I gave you what caring might be.
Your mind condemns me.
Your weakness crushes me.
Trying so hard, leaving a constant smile while the fluttering truth creeps to my soul.
Tie yourself to these grounds; let your weakness rush into your bloodstream.
A new man per week, while your clichéd clouded mind confesses your ongoing love.
My fragile substance held your cries.
When you needed me, I did need to go.
Tie yourself to these grounds, let your weakness guide you, and look at this fragile string attaching me to you, and let it snap in a gentle manner.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 6:55 PM UTC
Your kind feeling leaving me hesitant.
I gave you my truth; I gave you what caring might be.
Your mind condemns me.
Your weakness crushes me.
Trying so hard, leaving a constant smile while the fluttering truth creeps to my soul.
Tie yourself to these grounds; let your weakness rush into your bloodstream.
A new man per week, while your clichéd clouded mind confesses your ongoing love.
My fragile substance held your cries.
When you needed me, I did need to go.
Tie yourself to these grounds, let your weakness guide you, and look at this fragile string attaching me to you, and let it snap in a gentle manner.
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