Jacob Biehl Biography

I make my way through the snow,
of the way many went, but not yet come,
I made my way through that sticky snow,
upon which lies a sickly sight.
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My love for you was bulletproof.
I still remember where it all went wrong,
I was suspicious, you were aloof,
but you would sing your siren's song.
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Everything bugs me, every thing reminds me,
Reminds me of you, of my pain and misery.
Mama help me I've been hurt,
rounds punch me with every burst,
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when people hurt you, they try to tape the wound, your not better,
another bump, however small, you will shatter,
they try to fill the gap with glue, a flood of misery will erode it, heat of anger will melt it's seams,
but the mirror always reflects light of sincerties, warm glow of love will melt it together again.
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Nail, nail, raining nails,
pins me down in a falling hail.
Blood, blood, runs down the wall,
at least now my soul won't fall.
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