Dusty Shelf
It's the thought,
Oh it's the thought on the dusty shelf
The one that reminds me how I give myself
Everytime I give a part of me,
All that I am becomes a dream you see
A bleeding plead...
And it all adds up
At the end of the day
It all makes sense
We all gottah pay
The pain,
The hurt,
It stays
But what I would give to see myself
Taken off that dusty shelf
Taken off that dusty shelf
It's the soul
Oh it's the soul being set aside
To give you your greedy peace of mind
No matter the time,
No matter how gray
You have me every single day
And they can't just make me go away
No, they can't just make me go away!
Take a breather,
Talk it out
Let me drown in your fits and pouts
I'm a fire in this decay
And they will not make me go away
So do not let me waste away
It all adds up
We all gottah pay
The pain,
The hurt,
It always stays
But what I would give to see you
Take me off that dusty shelf
Take me off that dusty shelf
It's the thought,
Oh it's the thought on the lonely shelf
The one that hates how I give myself
Everytime I give a part of me,
All that I am becomes a dream you see
A bleeding plead...
A silent, bleeding plead...
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
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