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The Musings of a Hard Decision
I think the time has run, It's fallen to its knees. I think the time has gone, I can hear its pleas. It was all up in my arms, Now it's cold opon the ground. I was so very warmed, Now I'm cold Irons bound. Should I of waited when I knew, An then acted so surprised. There's not much I could do, When I saw it in your eyes. My head is full Of wasps, They sting me as I sleep. Butterflies in My guts, sing to my heartbeat. Nothing much to say, Too many thoughts so loud. Wouldnt hear me anyway, Cus yours arnt about me now. I just wish it wasn't this, hope was made for fools. Live and let live, Though I loose it all. Storms all come To pass, Before me in the glass. Sunshine never lasts, An im without a chance. Blinded by my spite, Deafend by a lie. Tasteless words like spikes, All set inside my spine. Angels carry blades, Hidden in thier wings. Devlis cry alone, About loss an broken things. Where am I spose to go? How am spose to be? What am I spose to know? Why is it on me? I think the time has run, It's fallen to its knees. I think the time has gone, I can hear its pleas.
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