incoherent scribbles.
So take this rose and let its thorns dig deep into your hand
Think of the bad feelings that can come between two hearts,
Who strings originally were entwined, I knew the day would come,
Up all night with a drink in hand and watching the sun rise,
Through red eyes and my skin is a pale white and I smile,
But it looks fake and you say there are days,
When the sun shines so bright and the sky is so blue
It takes your breath away, but I won't ever know,
Those visions are too clear for the blurs i've come to love,
I'm not who I use to be.
And I know I finally let go but it feels like you're still holding on
With another's arms around you waste keeping you rooted,
But honestly I don't care much anymore, i'll just float along
And you say you didn't want to say it, but I let me get to me,
But honestly I don't care much anymore,
I'm a wretch but I love.
Don't try.
take a chance.
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