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pull the wool over our eyes and let us think we're God's gift to man but holding us high and treating us well was never your idea or plan wash..

You don't know me it's all just a picture I painted for you because I'm so insecure You don't see me sweat and I don't cry You won't see m..

they held her in their palm as if to wave goodbye and tried and tried their ill and damndest to throw her back into the blue sky with teases and..

I still can't wrap my mind around this thing called life where torn is the era where we gain nothing but strife lessons to learn and all these equ..

Me.

insist i should lie in the dirt making a grave so you peel down my short skirt throw me a bone and see if I sniff around and beg and bleed at t..

how could this rope end so far from there easily my heart is let down with my hair broken the scars and the wounds I repaired and careless to think..

Courage blue from many a day breaking and illuminating coward's display Mingle and mesh with a catilian of folk mouthing of words your brandy lip..

Once and again sometimes and then and very just maybe today. And end to an end mirrorless words bend and very just maybe today. Gentle wind se..

dance easy by the moonlight wash away the sunshine and the heat's rights cool your body and mind let the midnight fog allow it's own kind list..