Jul 19, 2004 17:11
The things she does to ease my mind
Brings me into constant rewind
Now I remember what It was like when I first saw her face
So bruised and blue, but golden too
Ever deeper your gaze cuts back to the start
Like a knife made of your heart
You've pierced me deeper then you could've ever known
Reminding me of the things I had once been shown
Your words graze my skin like a razor sharp wire
Taking me ever so higher
But I know there's gotta be a low
There's gotta be a price
Now I know why I always said this could never happen twice
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We face misprinted lies
We chase the path of time
And yet I fight, yet I fight this battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, yet I find repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead