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I will put my head on the sad pillow
I want to slip as far as I can
Waiting for the one who never comes
Here on the sad pillow wishing to close the eyes
There, we will meet a hundred times
See your blue hands and green eyes
And the angelic face never dies
The same face I have seen in every prayer
Do not bring me back I beg you
Here you build me a house of white bricks
With roses and running rivers inside and out
We lay in the shade of my trees, your trees
On your bright green grass my love
And your hands find me across
I have put my head on your chest
For so long that my heart grew lighter
But there was yet something up there
In the wide eyes which would forever live
Do not bring me back, I beg you
I want to slip as far as I can
Waiting for the one who never comes
Here on the sad pillow wishing to close the eyes
There, we will meet a hundred times
See your blue hands and green eyes
And the angelic face never dies
The same face I have seen in every prayer
Do not bring me back I beg you
Here you build me a house of white bricks
With roses and running rivers inside and out
We lay in the shade of my trees, your trees
On your bright green grass my love
And your hands find me across
I have put my head on your chest
For so long that my heart grew lighter
But there was yet something up there
In the wide eyes which would forever live
Do not bring me back, I beg you
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Through these eyes
Through these eyes
there is someone so innocent
someone that want people to understand
someone that want people to care
Just like a innocent child
a person left unknown to this world
a person that feels ignored
like nobody wants to help
Through these eyes
they are glassy
eyes that are about to show the true pain
someone that's about to cry her heart out
Just like a innocent child in pain
someone that just wants to be heard
and no yelled at all the time
someone that wants to be accepted
Through these eyes
they tell a different story
than the one that she lies to everyday
a story that shows her true pain
Just like someone s
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Confusion of the Soul
Confusion
All around me,
this world of rage and sin,
Engulfs. Overwhelms.
And I am forced to retreat further within.
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plastic face.
she watches
porn, for the acting,
and all the life lessons.
he does every-
thing people tell him
to, just to fit in.
but he fits pretty damn
well into this
prison cell.
and the world will
tell you who you
are,
unless you tell it
first. and the streets
don't always shine
like stars.
we're all fake, or at
least we pretend
to be.
i can't get out of
where i
left off yesterday.
get out.
get out!
and the world will
tell you who you
are,
unless you tell it
first. and the streets
don't always shine
like stars.
i locked myself
inside this room and
tried to choke but
it
was too easy to
breathe.
in this daylig
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