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Colors so bright in the dead of night.
Morphing and writhing in and out of sight.
Darkness so deep it infects your soul.
Being in his favor always takes its toll.
Color or darkness, you'll always be blind.
Please, don't forget it's
You made a deal with the DEVIL there's no going back.
The voices in your head will never slack.
Twisting and turning at night in your bed.
Don't forget, I beseech you, it's
Morphing and writhing in and out of sight.
Darkness so deep it infects your soul.
Being in his favor always takes its toll.
Color or darkness, you'll always be blind.
Please, don't forget it's
all
- in
- your
You made a deal with the DEVIL there's no going back.
The voices in your head will never slack.
Twisting and turning at night in your bed.
Don't forget, I beseech you, it's
all
- in
- your
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please let me get what i want.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you
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Forgotten
I am the voice for the mute
And the eyes for the blind
I am the fighter for the weak
And the protest for the meek
I'm the ears for the deaf,
The hope where none is left
And the love where it's been long forgotten
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if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.
You are a calculated mistake –
something that I've known is wrong from the very start. And I wake up next to you every morning lately, praying that your split lips don't sink me – even though I know it's too late.
You're already taking me under, because, baby –
you're heavy like hurricane. Like a thousand drops of rain pounding down on my shoulder blades. You're seeping into my skin and into my bloodstream. It's only a matter of time until you spread to my heart.
It's too late. I'm already drowning in you.
It's too late, but god, I cannot love you.
You're like the last boy I kissed –
which means I should already b
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Its brilliant, makes you think, but what is it thats actually in your head, how is it defined and can it be defined using the words of this world, I think otherwise and always outside of the box, all the very best my friend, good luck in your quest, cheers, Mike.