Dylan Brown Biography

im in your hands
every time i think of you
you let go of me
as if i was an old useless toy
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Pulled down through the cracks of society, follow the trend, i think not.
My duty is to sit silently in the backround, ever present but hardly noticed until..
You need me. My purpose becomes clear, know one needs to know who i am, all that matters is i help them any way i can.
No one wants to listen to the troubles of my life, so I sit and listen as they speak of their hatred and their strife, their problems
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Feels as if im flying.
I'm high on the wings of an angel, the wings of my love.
You flew to fast and i feel, you didnt notice.
Maybe i can catch you if i run?
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falling down a blackened hole
screaming for you to save me
but its no one but me, so now i will think,
why should i even try
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your birthday has come,
its hear at last,
o good shot of rum,
to remember the past
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