Twisted thoughts faking flesh of man
Tell me now exactly who I am
Driving need of what I was meant to be
Will I allow my eyes to see
I saw this girl more than any else
Even more than myself
I saw an angel full of grace
Who shared my ever damaged face
I seared her flesh to see no more
And convinced myself she was a *****
But as I drove her far away
I knew I wanted her to stay
The wildest ramblings I’ve ever made
Are a cover for what I want to fade
But it remains, I’m still in love
With the girl of the morning dove
She is my soul, she is my need
She is the crutch I need to feed
She is my heart that’s broken twice
She was my only good advice
She is an ever lovely face
And my mountain of disgrace
She is my ***** of burning fire
My death upon a funeral pyre
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
Twisted thoughts faking flesh of man
Tell me now exactly who I am
Driving need of what I was meant to be
Will I allow my eyes to see
I saw this girl more than any else
Even more than myself
I saw an angel full of grace
Who shared my ever damaged face
I seared her flesh to see no more
And convinced myself she was a *****
But as I drove her far away
I knew I wanted her to stay
The wildest ramblings I’ve ever made
Are a cover for what I want to fade
But it remains, I’m still in love
With the girl of the morning dove
She is my soul, she is my need
She is the crutch I need to feed
She is my heart that’s broken twice
She was my only good advice
She is an ever lovely face
And my mountain of disgrace
She is my ***** of burning fire
My death upon a funeral pyre
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