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All I taste is defeat
Maybe If I carved your name in my back I could finally get it behind me.
Take what you can..Take what you can, Give nothing back.Take what you can..
I can see, But I can’t see a thing. My eyes are wide open, Yet I feel so blind. Nights like these, pulling at the seams. I want to scream yet I don’t utter a single word. And it wasn’t ever for you. When I look at you I see me in your eyes. So I pillage, plunder and.. Can't replace empty space. And it’s not for you, it’s for lack of direction. I know you can't understand and I don't expect you to.
So I just live another day until I can find myself. Pull anchors and set sail.
Years at
Hail Mary and Bless the DamnedHail Mary and Bless the Damned.Hail Mary and Bless the Damned
1 Hail Mary full of grace. 2 Hail Mary full of grace. 3 Hail Mary, This with never be alright. Hold your rosary tight. Today you reap what you’ve sown. Mercy has never been my strong point. I will show you. Hold your rosary tight. For tonight only god can help. How does it feel when you scream out for mercy, And no one is listening? Bless me father for I am about to sin. Tonight my hands are red. I’ll make learning hurt. This is what you deserve. There is no justice, just revenge. Th
WallsWallsWalls
As the rubble falls I fail to see what you call your spine. Is your strength found in your ability to hide.
And when you’ve burned all your bridges and there is no one left to save you, Could you save yourself? Would you find the strength you lacked before?
You hide in the corner covering your eyes, hoping the troubles will fade.
Only fueling the fire. The walls are crumbling at your feet. Stand or cower?
It time to make a choice. I can’t do this for you and I won’t idly stand by and watch you kill these years.
The walls shake in the
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Keeping the dream!
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"Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area" ~Nadine Gordimer
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"Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area" ~Nadine Gordimer
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Now that's just RUDE!
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