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May flowers, from April showers But some flowers are year-round As if they possess some magical powers As if they have life abound May flowers, sour and wilt As they're crushed by what we built And although I never laid a brick on the house of fear I can't help but feel like I caused it to be here Being afraid of what lies ahead My older skin, my toughness, I shed Losing the aid of a tough exterior I've broken down, falling apart in the interior I channel my fears into my arts Ignoring my brain and preferring my heart But this made it harder to make the right choice And when I was confronted with your mesmerizing voice I made the wrong one I told myself that I was done But I wasn't strong enough to make the right decision And now between us, there's never been a greater schism. You were my Mayflower The ship that brought me to a new world Now you're some evil power Dragging me down to the cold. My mayflower wilted by my own home an irony unconsidered by my flesh and bone For safety brought you only pain And now the greater pow'r is my shame And besides you, whom I won't blame There's no one with which to share the game.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
May Flowers
May flowers, from April showers But some flowers are year-round As if they possess some magical powers As if they have life abound May flowers, sour and wilt As they're crushed by what we built And although I never laid a brick on the house of fear I can't help but feel like I caused it to be here Being afraid of what lies ahead My older skin, my toughness, I shed Losing the aid of a tough exterior I've broken down, falling apart in the interior I channel my fears into my arts Ignoring my brain and preferring my heart But this made it harder to make the right choice And when I was confronted with your mesmerizing voice I made the wrong one I told myself that I was done But I wasn't strong enough to make the right decision And now between us, there's never been a greater schism. You were my Mayflower The ship that brought me to a new world Now you're some evil power Dragging me down to the cold. My mayflower wilted by my own home an irony unconsidered by my flesh and bone For safety brought you only pain And now the greater pow'r is my shame And besides you, whom I won't blame There's no one with which to share the game.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
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