I unravel as I unfold
The layers of youth
Go so untold
I handle your soul with the tips of my fingers
Holding your heart as it falls into a million little parts
Let go face the truth
Own your voice and what is real
Why forsake what you deserve?
The question is forgotten and we get left behind
Then my insides will scream
Not to be divine
Devastate
Tolerate
Infuriate
Procasinate it's what you do
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
I unravel as I unfold
The layers of youth
Go so untold
I handle your soul with the tips of my fingers
Holding your heart as it falls into a million little parts
Let go face the truth
Own your voice and what is real
Why forsake what you deserve?
The question is forgotten and we get left behind
Then my insides will scream
Not to be divine
Devastate
Tolerate
Infuriate
Procasinate it's what you do
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