you should check out this song by my favorite band, Hot Cross. and no, i didn't upload that just for you, every week i feature a new song for my friends, and that's this week's. and i know you never reply but i figure if you really never wanted me to comment ever again you'd tell me or ban me.
Hot Cross - Prepair/Repair
A rising tide spent drowning in days lost to one heart's final lament. Thrown off like grins known only to the dead. Plastered behind scarlet eyes, stinking of tomorrow. I say that once a letter is written- it's not so easily sent.
Like trying to find 2 of 3, but settling for one of me instead. It's a hard faith to follow: the constant give without the take; after the scraping through it's one less heart to break. A head above water for the eyes held under a lasting plea for the lost mind torn asunder.
Nothing but fair trades and farewells, when the present tense reveals a sixth sense, when you'd die for a word or one less empty shell.
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Hot Cross - Prepair/Repair
A rising tide spent drowning in days lost to one heart's final lament.
Thrown off like grins known only to the dead.
Plastered behind scarlet eyes,
stinking of tomorrow.
I say that once a letter is written-
it's not so easily sent.
Like trying to find 2 of 3,
but settling for one of me instead.
It's a hard faith to follow:
the constant give without the take;
after the scraping through it's one less heart to break.
A head above water for the eyes held under
a lasting plea for the lost mind torn asunder.
Nothing but fair trades and farewells,
when the present tense reveals a sixth sense,
when you'd die for a word or one less empty shell.
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