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Lost has become an expression to me, not a sensation of unknowing more of a sensation of loss of myself lost, im lost without you, without it i might be dull but without you, Im nothing but a shell your the scrap i have left, silk that weighs more then gold, you have a heart of fire ive been told, i want it, wrapped in ice and dipped in sugar, I belive i am the one who can take you there but we went from 80 to 0 real fast.. and  I wasnt wearing a seatbelt but christ i still have whip lash because  my unconditional love for you coaxed me into safety, i took of my harness and let myself be me, and now your saying i should take me away from me, that i should just simply stop beeing what i am its not so easy when all you have to fix a concret wall is craft paper I get that you think im a lady killer and i despise the fact you think i enjoy it, but i understand your misconceptions, i know what its like to be stuck in your head without a lock for the broken key around your neck but unlike you think, my tounge is dull as butter knife on any other median but paper, my skull is as emptier of lust for another woman then a gay priest married to Christ, ' you have nothing to fear  sweet heart, i dont want to go anywhere, I know you think im a brick wall, of problems and cracks and faults and your mad your out of mortor to fix me just understand knocking me back down doesnt get  me any further foreward.. be declicate when you build me back up... your building yourself a future.. this broken fence, this unshapped clay, is yours now to ply and toy with. No one elses, just say you love me one more time so i can sleep.. and understand im trying as hard as i can, to be the man you want me to be
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
Actions speak louder then words,
Lost has become an expression to me, not a sensation of unknowing more of a sensation of loss of myself lost, im lost without you, without it i might be dull but without you, Im nothing but a shell your the scrap i have left, silk that weighs more then gold, you have a heart of fire ive been told, i want it, wrapped in ice and dipped in sugar, I belive i am the one who can take you there but we went from 80 to 0 real fast.. and  I wasnt wearing a seatbelt but christ i still have whip lash because  my unconditional love for you coaxed me into safety, i took of my harness and let myself be me, and now your saying i should take me away from me, that i should just simply stop beeing what i am its not so easy when all you have to fix a concret wall is craft paper I get that you think im a lady killer and i despise the fact you think i enjoy it, but i understand your misconceptions, i know what its like to be stuck in your head without a lock for the broken key around your neck but unlike you think, my tounge is dull as butter knife on any other median but paper, my skull is as emptier of lust for another woman then a gay priest married to Christ, ' you have nothing to fear  sweet heart, i dont want to go anywhere, I know you think im a brick wall, of problems and cracks and faults and your mad your out of mortor to fix me just understand knocking me back down doesnt get  me any further foreward.. be declicate when you build me back up... your building yourself a future.. this broken fence, this unshapped clay, is yours now to ply and toy with. No one elses, just say you love me one more time so i can sleep.. and understand im trying as hard as i can, to be the man you want me to be
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