Samantha Stough

He floated down unto her bed,
Just so he could lose himself
Getting tangled in every hair on her head
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Its funny how fickle a person can be
And they think the hypocrite is me
The feeling company brings is so good at first
And then it declines to short bursts
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Gossamer threads may break to the touch,
But they seem to linger on your skin
Somehow the blood of the past winter
Seeps through the walls as they cave in
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Just wait and see,
I’ll find my spine eventually
Even though you threw it down submission’s bottomless well
It’ll be one hell of a plunge, but then I’ll have a pretty little story to tell
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Somewhere out there
There is this place by the sea
Where the waves caress the sand
And every soul runs free
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A lie so cruel
I cannot believe I still treasure
The one who hurts me most
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Something tells me
The summer has just begun
So why is it that I feel
Like it has already gone?
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What have we done here?
We prayed for something to pray for
Well, things have repeated again
What shame all the more
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Somewhere across a misty, black sea,
Revolution is breaking at dawn
But in this safe little cage of mine,
Time just seems to slowly roll on
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Feelings denied
And thoughts hidden
Roaming in a strange land of diversions,
I once thought to be forbidden
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Such a shame to the family name
I can't seem to do much right
I couldn't please them for anything
My own mother wants me out of her sight
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How could you have forgotten me again so quickly?
You could have said goodbye.
I knew you had not the patience,
But, for me, I was hoping you would try.
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We walk through the dark with fingers intertwined
The cat has your tongue,
And it has mine
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Is it just me?
Or have we ran out things to talk about?
I'd rather die a thousand times
Than rip your heart out
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Was I born too soon?
Or just born too late?
Does the point in history matter?
Either way, I have no choice but to participate
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Purpose...
I shudder to descend in the corners of my mind,
To wonder if it still has a meaning
Memory...
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Take a step outside out of the line
Your life may be broken
But I won't let it effect mine
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Nostalgia showed up in my doorway again
She had so many stories to tell
Ones that touched my heart
And ones that gave me hell
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Wipe the dust off my smile,
And stay a little while
I'm in the mood to have some fun,
The night has only just begun
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His memory of me lies
In the chink of his boot,
A page in his book,
As he explores a world strange and new
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