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Is this the life you really want? Meaningless meeting, awkward proceedings; You cower behind your digital courage In attempt to quench your thirst. Is this the life you really want? Bingeing a liquid just to prohibit: Life, loneliness, and everything From breaking down your door. - Where were you when he hit me? Where were you when he touched me? All these wounds they tear me down And you insist to trust thee? Overdoses, drugs, and *** I'm comatose in my own skin If you really are the vine, Where has your lifeline been each time? I'm reaching out into the darkness Cause grasping sin is more than nothing If you demand my love and trust, Why are you so hesitant to show me something?
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Conversation of Conviction
Is this the life you really want? Meaningless meeting, awkward proceedings; You cower behind your digital courage In attempt to quench your thirst. Is this the life you really want? Bingeing a liquid just to prohibit: Life, loneliness, and everything From breaking down your door. - Where were you when he hit me? Where were you when he touched me? All these wounds they tear me down And you insist to trust thee? Overdoses, drugs, and *** I'm comatose in my own skin If you really are the vine, Where has your lifeline been each time? I'm reaching out into the darkness Cause grasping sin is more than nothing If you demand my love and trust, Why are you so hesitant to show me something?
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
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