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Doubts
03:38
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My body's been breaking, aching to be released.
You are the key to my chains.
The star in the sky that always seems to catch my eye;
the blood within my veins
I hope that explains the scars.
I know that you wanted out.
My thoughts are less than copacetic
and you've always had your doubts.
So tell me, where does the time go?
And does he even know my name?
I'm sorry if this comes of as a bother,
I'll take all of the blame.
But I spent two years trying to forget,
and I'll spend two more on giving up.
I've always wanted to hold that star, but
never got quite close enough.
My body's been burning just as it has for years,
and don't you know you're the flame?
Star in the sky that always seems to catch my eye;
the blood within my veins.
Dripping out of my arms;
I know that you wanted out.
I'm sure you're less than sympathetic,
and you've always had your doubts.
So tell me, where does the time go?
And does he even know my name?
I'm sorry if this comes of as a bother,
I'll take all of the blame.
But I spent two years trying to forget,
and I'll spend two more on giving up
I've always wanted to kiss that star, but
never got quite close enough.
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Time Heals All Wounds
03:37
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Wasted days;
how could I forget?
My eyes open wide
and my bones broken by regret
and when worse comes to worst, when you've lost all faith,
I still count the days.
I've painted these guns from the blood in my lungs
and I feel so small.
I feel so weak.
But I still quietly whisper in the words of my sister,
"you've got to be down before you peak."
But I haven't peaked
and I never will.
I'm a dead end;
the bend in your road.
I'm the prophet of the unfulfilled.
Do you remember how my hands felt wrapped in yours?
Was it elating? Elevating?
I just don't care anymore
and I wish I were dead
or at least not so deeply disturbed in the head.
I'm sick of the heel on the back of my neck
as it stomps my face into the curb.
But I still try --
I still try, despite all the issues
I thought I left behind.
I'm alright, and I'm okay
But I can't help it,
I still count the days
And I haven't peaked,
but one day I will.
And I still forget your face,
but I'll know all to well come April.
Do you remember how your lips felt against mine?
Was it elating -- at least at the time?
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