Bri Lynne Biography

The rain pulls at my insides
Pulls the salt from my eyes
Reminding me of the gloom
Hiding just beyond the sunny skies
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What could move this heavy tide
That was born with us
Bond together with it's sticky lies
Remnants strewn across the bedroom floor
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He called me up,
Ripe, dancing into the lights
His shield falling between his knees
Bleeding from underneath
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It wasn't love at first sight
But at first flight
Taken by the sight
Sparkling green like the trees
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I remember how he choked out
I remember how she yelled
Could I forget the before times
Should I just forgive
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