Born and raised in Pasadena, MD, I've learned to hold everything back and spit the chunks onto paper, or in this case a keyboard. I'm not fishing for compliments or praise, I just need an escape. But I do appreciate constructive criticism, or your feelings toward the writing.
I hope all this was worth it.
The lies, the cries, the cutting ties;
I'm sorry I couldn't satisfy.
The arrogance that you portray
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I think I'm finally getting over,
Without getting over ON.
I doubt my war's ever been closer
To finally being won.
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Why do the ones that 'love' me hurt me the most?
All I ever wanted was to hold her heart close.
I did my best and it wasn't enough,
I should be used to it but it's still so rough.
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If my end is my beginning, than why am I so insecure?
If you say your war is ending, will you need me like you did before?
You said we were connected, but you walked right out the door...
You say that I have power, than why do I feel so poor?
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Light us aflame, the only lovers still alive
Smoke the ashes of our beloved dead
We won't think of what we're doing,
Smoke will fill our empty heads
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