Kathryn Garner

This is a stolen identity
Because I’m bent on forgetting me
All left is my eyes
And I think their gonna die
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come save me
theres something more to me
shes got it in a promise ring
given by her love
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Wish you had a heart to kill
Wish I had a heart to steal
And in your mistakes
I wish you could feel
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my eyes burn more than a rising sunset
provoking the horizon to dare
and arise to the challenge
every time i look at you
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looking in the full sized mirror
that still fits to my size
then the fabrication of myself is so much nearer
and decieving
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If I could kill you with a kiss
If I could kill you with the words
Dripping from my lips
I surly would take your soul tonight
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give me a love to turn away
another hopeless cause
anohter defiled way
to keep me from running to you
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so that ambulance just went by
and if you were high
the flashing lights would be a show
red as the blood she spilled
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Live can be anything but living
Death by stuck up apologies
Engrossed by forgiving
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And I go giving away my life
Knowing this is the best way to survive
I see those angels and I cry
For a world that’s gone and died
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cold as the flakes
thrashing to the snow
as quickly as they melt
on a live cheek
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take my darkest feelings
murder my sweet naive blood
a sacrifice to a worlds healing
till this so called love or life is done
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and he told me
your heart will race faster and faster
until with that single slit to the throat
it willl stop
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i always felt the tremor in his lips
no matter how the kiss
became presentable for an appearance
but was it rage or love?
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he remebered how her lips felt like glass
and thats when he knew
but he still felts the shards from the past
a fix with some glue
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there was something deadly about him
like an infection, used to tease
like a itching temptation for a sin
and only the venom can please
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sketched on her back
she’s got those angels wings
silhouettes of pitch and black
and he can hear her heart sing
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she swears she hears him moving
closer with every thought
and then she can feel his arms around her
holding her inside his built identity
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i'll take the plunge
before you
let us meet death as one
together
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i'd rather it be dead
its not yet a baby, baby
is what he said
i know you love it
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