Bitter Pill

[dreadfulharmony]

I've pretty much given up on every writing music that will fit these lyrics (considering that I started writing them in freshman year and I've been trying ever since), so I'm releasing them to the world.

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As plagiarism dances
On inspiration's grave
We all fall
We all fall apart
And we try to be Picasso
We try to make it art
But cold hands move so slowly

Cold hands move so slowly
We broke the cycle knowing
What we know, we stunt our growth
We're timid, tempered, time turners
Our tangled, troubled fingers
Will not obey us

We're timid, tempered time-turners
We're tangled, troubled heartfelt slurs
Of sweet, sweet nothings, pretty words
We're tired of the coming world
We're tired of the coming world

Can't we be a little more
Than susurrations in your ear
A feeling not so soon forgetten
A kiss on the neck, a shelter from fear
A kiss on the lips to make it sincere

I'm so sick of seeing shadows
Feigning honest innocence
Passing time is terrifying
With memories a Hinderance

We're timid, tempered time-turners
We're tangled, troubled heartfelt slurs
Of sweet, sweet nothings, pretty words
We're tired of the coming world
We're tired of the coming world

The future marks a pension gold
How I've been sold to any word
The lips of its big mouth exclaim

And I'm a powder, dust, or spray
That the nearest eddy will dissipate

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