Id Chose You Over The Influence But You Already Chose It Over MeA Poem by Mandy MooreI can recall When you turned to friends Now you turn to alcohol To try to sooth and drown your problems Instead of solving them
It's like you never knows When to call it quits When to call an army of architects To fix your plan For your self demise To plot it out Through someone else's eyes
The ocean in your cup Holds souls it's swallowed up It's planning an attack on you Because although the ones you claim to know Decide when they come and go They'd all stay here for you And brave the storm
It's like you never knows When to call it quits When to call an army of architects To fix your plan For your self demise To plot it out Through someone else's eyes
We're Not Waiting Your senses are too dull For you to come to them Your reflexes slowed your reach for help
Call an army of architects To fix your plan For your self demise To plot it out Through someone else's eyes © 2009 Mandy Moore |
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Added on September 16, 2009 AuthorMandy Moorephoenix, AZAbout"I could write it better than you ever felt it" Never apologize for your art. more..Writing
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