matthew benjamin

The quiet leads to thinking,
and with enough thinking it becomes believing.
and with the believing comes the seeing,
which leaves me quiet and thinking.
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its all over now,
these twisted dreams wont come anymore,
they are gone and wont be coming back.
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But dont worry your silence speaks to me,
its constant and rips through me.
Im your memory now..
just a shadow of what i used to be..
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He sits alone at night,
the glow from his cigarette as he takes a breath,
as he exhales smoke rolling over his lips,
swirling high into the night sky.
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If I don't think about you, if I don't hear your name. If I don't see your picture, maybe then I won't feel the pain..

I remember all the moments, all the times I said your name. No matter how hard I try it won't be the same.
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A broken city Is where the broken live.
With broken windows and broken men.
The black nights and the darkened days,
Do all they can to cover his ways.
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