Cassette A.
Writing feelings down makes me feel okay, sometimes. :))
Cassette A.
Writing feelings down makes me feel okay, sometimes. :))
Writing feelings down makes me feel okay, sometimes. :))
Writing feelings down makes me feel okay, sometimes. :))
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Won’t you be my saving grace
I pray towards my flaws and my sins
The more you hide, the less they’ll pry
Why can’t I just satisfy
The look behind your wondering eyes
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Why do I have to waste away,
as you roam
I thought that I was good enough
I changed myself and that was to...
I bite the hand that feeds me,
So that maybe it’ll let me starve.
A twisted wish, a selfish plea,
To push away, to break apart.
I see the care, I feel the love,
Yet something pulls me from their touch.
It’s not enough, it’s never enough—
I want to be left cold, untouched.
I bite the hand that feeds me,
To free myself from all they give.
A weight too heavy, a light too bright—...
If silence had a scent, it would be of pine,
Like autumn days when leaves fall and the sun starts to shine.
The fog lays thick, a misty veil,
I watch the dew drip, hear nature's tale.
From the towering trees, a whisper calls,
In the stillness of the forest, freedom enthralls.
A calming peace, so pure, divine,
If silence had a scent, it would be of pine....
Sunlight beams through blackberry bushes,
As you lean in to steal a kiss.
The summer air, sweet to the touch,
Your mouth, sweet to taste, pure bliss.
But why did you let our joy go to waste,
Turning our moments to bitter disgrace?
Now the blackberries taste like poison on my tongue,
And the sky, once bright, feels far too young....
Cautiously watching you from afar,
Fearful of the blaze you might ignite.
The closer I approach, the more I feel the burn,
You only thrive through the warmth others provide.
So I keep my distance,
Everything you touch turns to ash.
But you never see it as your fault,
You claim it's never your blaze, never your blaze.
You blame the world,
You blame your past,
You need the symp...
The phone rings.
She hesitates, then answers.
It’s always him.
Tears streak her face as she paces,
Unaware I’m watching from the stairs.
Her soft cries echo in the quiet room.
I smile, trying to replace the sadness he brings.
For twenty years, I’ve cleaned up your mess,
Striving to be the perfect daughter,
Filling the voids you left behind.
I was taught to give—
And I gave until t...
You stand there
Life flowing from you
All the lies you told me
I was ready to pursue you
A gleamor of hope
A beacon of light
An invite
To persuade me, just for the night
A revelation was composed
Of my thoughts
And my body
Ready to be exposed
The secrets of the truth
Of what we hide
That we can no longer deny
Red
Red
Red
Is all I see
Red
Red
Red
Please set me free...
M.- eaning of love , meaning of loss.
At this rate, what is the cost?
The prize my body
or
The ache of my heart
Either way, you were destined to tear
me apart
E.- ncouraged to touch, entised to taste
What in God’s name is written on your
face?
A smirk
A smile
So vile that lead to these
lie...