Away from your love, away from your laughter but it is ok I'll be fine, I cant stay forever. Little girls and little boys See the world as it should be Little girls and little boys Even dream in the daylight Little girls and little boys Do not ever have worries Little girls and little boys. Late Night Thoughts.
Wanting success Future on my mind. From Time. Tick, Tock. Tick tock, The clock strikes one o'clock.
The sky is dark, the stars shine bright, Everybody, but one, is asleep tonight. It's been five years You still haven't changed dad It's bullshit to think you would. A description of who she was. Night after night my dreams felt so bright because she made me shine with all my light. What if. What if she's the one I can trust and turn the me into an us. What if we can be the us that "everyone" tries to bust. You ask me to pay the grocery bills, when I'm not allowed to eat the food.
I see rainbows burst through the sky And have the sudden urge to run and cry They all laugh and they say, "dont even try" And I say, "oh why, god, why? You are. You are an angel at heart and a goddess at sight.
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For all a chance, a choice. Broken Illushen. The illushen of the world around me is falling appart, and now i see how cruel this world can really be. How it tests you and takes away all purity, nothing is really as it seems.
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I have seen the other side, And it's like nothing you've ever met before. The streets are lined with ramshackle stores,. Melodies flowing, swelling, undulating, Waves invisible to the eye, yet invokes the senses Creates an active mind Induces tears, fears, ensnares the heart, With a strength unparalleled.
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For one thing, There are way to many people. They walk with no purpose While mine Is to get to class. Yes, there is 6 minutes. This Artist. Many shaped who I am. Many more shaped those who shaped me. I hope with my words many will be shaped by me. A spark in darkness created a universe that we all know. Broken Relationships.
I find myself shedding tears for past shitWounds t. Regretful She. As she sits there crying, She regrets what she's done. She says over and over to herself, "I am young and I don't mean anything I say. Money Hungry. Fighting for Balance. Hush Now. The voices get so loud. The Girl in the Baby Pink.
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All I could do was just sit there and cry. All I could do was sit there and catch the mascara stained teardrops that attempted to scar my cheeks.
Or was I even wearing mascara? White Noise. I stare into my brothers' eyes to see the icy glow of the history untold and the present to behold. While we speak words of ticking keys and blink behind the screen of lies. No One.