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Wasted
04:31
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Wasted
It's not fair that you should have to
do this alone, with so many people
oh so close I'm reaching out my
hand but you won't take it
Like water slowly seeping between the cracks of fingers
most of her is wasted
wasted on the past, the wasted past she's always facing
taking care not to betray the "I'm OK" image that she maintains
it's fake. she knows it and I know it
but it's something we don't say
she drifts, listless, through a sea of forced pretense; less than
perfectly acted happiness and in a sense I think i get it
because moving on is healing; moving on is growth
Her pain is part of who she is, she can't just let it go
It's not fair that you should have to
do this alone, with so many people
oh so close I'm reaching out my
hand but you won't take it
Can't you see that you're not the problem?
It's not your fault that your past is haunted
If i believed in God I'd smash his face on a rock
and it would never be enough
And I just don't know what to say
Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a wall
I've tried telling you "it'll be ok
it's not your fault"
bricks and mortar frame a house but they don't make a home
nails in wood hold it together but they don't make it whole
sand stains and scratches from the floor boards grind it to the bone
what's left may look like where you lived but it is not your home
Childhood is missing from the annals of her history
Where should've stood friends and family, stood only misery
Where should've sounded laughter, sounded only listening
Where once stood innocence, now stands indifference
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Lay Me Down
03:55
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Lay Me Down
This is it. What's left when your all but played out
so I'd understand if it makes you halfway as sick as I am
I understand
With every passing day the earth gets smaller and I drift further away
from the trail that I blazed when I made the mistake of thinking
I could be something great
Whipsers from the dirt rise up like coiling snakes they wrap their words around my neck; connections made, dreams are bled, and turned to rain
And everytime I think my feet might finally touch the ground
the earth below retreats and I'm left right here conversing with the desperate clouds
and they don't have that much to say, but when they talk it's loud
It hurts to have the sky inside your head when you can't make a sound
and I can't make a sound
I'm choking on the dust stirred up by buildings falling down
Disaster lay me down
Disaster lay me down
I don't know why after all this time I'm
still holding on to something that I've never really had
I guess its just because if I give up on this
it's like admitting that I never really stood a chance
consequence doesn't wait patiently in the wings for us to sing like swans
time goes on and on
and I've been swept away, like foot prints on the shore the bay,
strong when I was made but weak with every wave
until I am washed away
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