now your nature's calling, be the man you know you
little finger, hefty load - bombs away..
"blow the bridge, but
can i be this honest? are we friends?
can i be
Sometimes
The moon above
Falls apart
And half is gone,,,
Sometimes
It falls apar
Looking on better days inside my glass cage
Finding the hope
i hope don't look too forward, i hope my thoughts
Like a soldier unaware that the war was over
I marched
i used to wonder why i'd hide away,
i thought
You knew i was searching for you just like I
"ready or not," building me up
your steadier hands, safety enough
i've
Times have changed.
We used to all be friends, like one
Find me now kneeling alone
Fragmented figure of stone
Bring me back
I've been so long inside your soul
It may not show,
their busy eyes let no one in
our deepest sighs masked
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