Last time I made you up. You looked so bright. I was about to believe in angels. . Searching my lucid dream. Came up against. Pictures of your imagination.
I've been watching you. Not waiting for the right moment to make the first move. Do you want to know. Why I keep avoiding your eyes. And why I'm running away?.
I cant afford to be silent. I cant afford to lose my stand. What matters is to be in view. I am seen therefore I am. I can satisfy my hunger. I can satisfy my thirst.
I Come From The Mountain. I Wade Through The River. I Walk Through The Darkness. Yet I Fell Through The Sky. . cause i don't wanna be your lover. i don't wanna do the same thing.
gotta catch that plane. might leave my worries on the train. gonna drive in my lane. i feel i've got so much to gain. . but the fear remains. dont wanna see my mamma go through pain.
Too fast to get hurt. But if I did I can make tracks. . Today I woke up 3000 miles away. Nostalgia kicked me in the face. And we talked it out in my head.
Tell me why I try.. Show me who I've moved.. I'm penning thoughts that speak to empty rooms.. . It's easy to forget.. The things I feel which are important..
Memories of walking home. From the Christmas party in the falling snow. Exchanging gifts, exchanging smiles. Hanging pine cones in the hall. . Merry Christmas meant lots of whispering.
These feelings of obsession. Ignited from within. Action so pretentious. Much to my chagrin. And I watch the clock tick. Thoughts spinning round again.
Fly away little pretty bird. Fly away, fly away, little pretty bird. And pretty you'll always be. And pretty you'll always be. . Come sunrise, everything's gonna be alright.
Its the way I think not how I talk, oh no. Its a pride you feel that makes you walk the walk. Come Sunday morning palms up in praise. Its all about my mama nem and how I was raised.
No tengo esperanza. de ser lo que fui. Miro al pasado y no puedo evitar. los recuerdos de una noche fatal.. . Imagen. maldita, tormento sin fin. quisiera ser libre para poder huir,.
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Look at me. Im happy as can be. About the air in my lungs. And the stories Ive spun. . About being satisfied. Most of the time. Listening to the wind and the rain.
Don't go cold on me. I need you now, more than ever. Don't go cold on me. We can work it out together. . Oh, I'm a stupid man. Always gettin' into trouble.
It's been a fun ride,. But I think it's time that I go.. Too many long nights,. Chasing what only god knows.. I stare with clear eyes and I've come to realize,.
She was born on a brightened pier. To a gypsy mother and a bucket of tears. Her good looks could've sailed a ship. But her will alone could've sunk it.
Moods don't command you if you don't know what you're going through.. There's love for you up where the population grows.. There's friendly people in cities too, just ask them where they are going to..