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Im high Not on Drugs of any kind type or form Forming is A Thunderstorm I Hear things outside The time was right It was midnight I didnt fear death or suicide Maybe it’s time i had died Don’t you worry Please Don’t hurry On the Contrary Look at the irony U have broken my heart in a way too many It hurt so bad it made me smile No i’m not hostile I’ll walk you down the aisle Abandoned i stood, On that hard cold wood Loneliness and emptiness consumed me I can’t be free Why is life not easy B U T I could never take that smile away, I am not gonna be a runaway For the carousel never stops turning And My eyes Burning
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
my eyes are burning
Im high Not on Drugs of any kind type or form Forming is A Thunderstorm I Hear things outside The time was right It was midnight I didnt fear death or suicide Maybe it’s time i had died Don’t you worry Please Don’t hurry On the Contrary Look at the irony U have broken my heart in a way too many It hurt so bad it made me smile No i’m not hostile I’ll walk you down the aisle Abandoned i stood, On that hard cold wood Loneliness and emptiness consumed me I can’t be free Why is life not easy B U T I could never take that smile away, I am not gonna be a runaway For the carousel never stops turning And My eyes Burning
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
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