To the Places
My words were beating so fast
Where they couldn't go past
The mountains of mine that laid on top of the white line.
They stuck like adhesive on a stormy day
All they wanted is some time to go and play
Let them roll off your tongue
Into beautiful songs.
Cant I just say "hey"?
Hanging on with such a grip
You would've though it had ripped
Swinging rope by rope to just stay
But haven't they caused you just to stray
Walking away you sway into the dark alley that took your mother away
Coming for revenge is what you shall do
But what if you disappear too?
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