No way to grow that don't hurt...
I keep feeling the urge to run away lately. Just for the solitude, to do what I wish, when I wish. Just so I can finally think clearly and honestly without feeling guilty.
My job gives me far too much time to think.
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There's no way to temper your thirst
With lasting impressions, or pictures of home.
'There's no way to grow that don't hurt,'
She growled from the station, then hung up the phone.
There's no sacred vision like her,
No eye-crushing mountain, or jewelry to wear.
There's no granted wish I'd prefer
Than she to be with me,
For us to be there...
I'd rather to be all alone,
Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore.
'It's not every sin that's atoned,'
I heard her speak softly, then heard her no more.
There's no sacred vision like her,
No eye-crushing mountain, or jewelry to wear.
There's no granted wish I'd prefer
Than she to be with me,
For us to be there...
My job gives me far too much time to think.
-----
There's no way to temper your thirst
With lasting impressions, or pictures of home.
'There's no way to grow that don't hurt,'
She growled from the station, then hung up the phone.
There's no sacred vision like her,
No eye-crushing mountain, or jewelry to wear.
There's no granted wish I'd prefer
Than she to be with me,
For us to be there...
I'd rather to be all alone,
Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore.
'It's not every sin that's atoned,'
I heard her speak softly, then heard her no more.
There's no sacred vision like her,
No eye-crushing mountain, or jewelry to wear.
There's no granted wish I'd prefer
Than she to be with me,
For us to be there...