Shaved and anew.
'Hold me down, don't let me go
I'm a photograph, of someone who cared
When it comes to mind
Blood rushes to my head
Like a sad song all along I'm the one who is scared
The won who lost and a fool to pay the cost
I should have...
But I am learning as I go, don't you know everyday why it hurts so bad
Everybody changes with a chance,
(And) I came around.'
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'Maybe this could be right,
Maybe this could be wrong,
But it is sure no disappointment.
Boy I feel like my flower open up to the sun, and the sky above
Makes me feel brand new.'
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Half of the time, I have been trying to make believe that people of such do not exist; that surely deep down in them was a gem, a heart of gold, or at least, some dignity (and/or) some integrity...
Clearly, I was very much delusional.
I am not going to lie that being at the cross junction of your life is very daunting... I wish for only joy and comfort. What is so difficult of that?
And while I have been out seeking the truth (if there was even one in the first place), I wonder how poor a person can be to pass such tales that he can neither differentiate from reality and his fabrication.
Very poor.
The tower is sounding.
I'm a photograph, of someone who cared
When it comes to mind
Blood rushes to my head
Like a sad song all along I'm the one who is scared
The won who lost and a fool to pay the cost
I should have...
But I am learning as I go, don't you know everyday why it hurts so bad
Everybody changes with a chance,
(And) I came around.'
-
'Maybe this could be right,
Maybe this could be wrong,
But it is sure no disappointment.
Boy I feel like my flower open up to the sun, and the sky above
Makes me feel brand new.'
-
Half of the time, I have been trying to make believe that people of such do not exist; that surely deep down in them was a gem, a heart of gold, or at least, some dignity (and/or) some integrity...
Clearly, I was very much delusional.
I am not going to lie that being at the cross junction of your life is very daunting... I wish for only joy and comfort. What is so difficult of that?
And while I have been out seeking the truth (if there was even one in the first place), I wonder how poor a person can be to pass such tales that he can neither differentiate from reality and his fabrication.
Very poor.
The tower is sounding.