True Life (From Scenes From Above)
Do you know we could die and not be missed
We could cry that same day and not be kissed
We could go from something to nothing in a jist!
Cause we could die and not be missed
In the palms of Adversity
I separate agony and misery, which is worse to me?
Lay face down in accusations and bring back chilvary
I am here today
for I was given a second chance this morning
I am ashamed of the person you have shaped me into,
The features performing
Through the darkest days hell is charming.
Peace from heaven is so alarming
I have been put here to be abused, chestised,
And wrongly advised,
I am innocent untill you make me guilty
My structure is so desent only to see you
Stand by and allow me to become filthy
My soul is so anxious to leave ,it's shilvering,
I'm tired and wilthering
I am a black rose in a casket of true lies
I forgive you,
But there's nothing holy about the redness,
That fills them blue skies,
Advocate or prophet,
My mother begging a rapist to "Stop It"
Insane, new claims is true pain, It's your fame,
I am but a shadow in shame!
Did you know we could die and not be missed
We could cry that same day and not be kissed
we could go from something from nothing in a jist,
Cause we could die and not be missed
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