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I fight with two sides of me I trip up and miss a beat At once blind and naive Now believes there's more to see Two people who meet We greet but fight to not admit defeat You are the best but because of me It may very well seem it's never meant to be Sparks of fury that subdue A rage of desire A forbidden love that's the hue Of a living fire We sit we fit we hit It off like superglue I play I stay I'm legit Wondering why I can't be you You crave this brave Life that represents you You behave like its a rave Proving the sky is blue I carry this different beat That rings and sings when around you I might be weak and feel the heat But when I even think of you I'm... A little less blue A little more like you It's... A little less of this twisted reality A little more of that perfect fantasy That living fire that arises inside Does in fact continue to rage on Despite many reasons to hide I quietly fight a soul that tries to move on A tied soul Stuck between me and what I can be
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
A Tied Soul
I fight with two sides of me I trip up and miss a beat At once blind and naive Now believes there's more to see Two people who meet We greet but fight to not admit defeat You are the best but because of me It may very well seem it's never meant to be Sparks of fury that subdue A rage of desire A forbidden love that's the hue Of a living fire We sit we fit we hit It off like superglue I play I stay I'm legit Wondering why I can't be you You crave this brave Life that represents you You behave like its a rave Proving the sky is blue I carry this different beat That rings and sings when around you I might be weak and feel the heat But when I even think of you I'm... A little less blue A little more like you It's... A little less of this twisted reality A little more of that perfect fantasy That living fire that arises inside Does in fact continue to rage on Despite many reasons to hide I quietly fight a soul that tries to move on A tied soul Stuck between me and what I can be
mimi-kurpier
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
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