

QuestionsIf we could sit andQuestions
talk for hours I wonder what you'd say. I have questions burning
deep inside, I'd like to get some answers.
Forever wondering what you think of me,
I'll resolve myself to keeping quiet,
Because you are with her. In the most likely scenario, You'd not answer, but simply let me fret.
You and I will be contented
to play our silly games - arguing just because we can, keeping score as we go on. We'll never let the other know just how much we mean.


StringsI had these strings, see. My strings connected to you, And did for awhile. They were knotted and tangled,Strings
But that's okay - Those were lessons.
My strings were never perfect, though. Soon they got too long. I began to trip and tumble, and you were never there to pick me back up.
So I got myself a pair of scissors. They weren't that sharp, but they would work - I didn't want to hurt you.
In the end,
I cut my strings. I needed to move on. If in time We find each other once again, Well -
You have y


Never Ending DanceOur lives are spent on second chances, While we create these dizzying dances. We sidestep and twirl around this floor Letting ourselves get lost in the music - Twisted lullabies and hopeful melodies.Never Ending Dance
We rehearse these dances
And play the music Over and over again Every time you come around. It's a sick little game that you and I play, There is no resolution. We will get no closure, We will just keep spinning blindly, Till our complete collapse.


Miles - OpennessMiles and miles of connected wire Transport you to me. Our voices are carried through this line As distance tears your heart from mine.Miles - Openness
We are separated by roads and minutes While our flame is slowly dying. We refuse to say our goodbyes, But we will still get further apart.
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Brash and uncensored, I will open myself up to you. You'll find out everything
I've been meaning to share.
My words are candid, My heart tranparent, You just have to listen.
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"When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you"
- African Proverb
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I can't forget you. I know you want me to want you, I want to. When this is over, don't blow your composure.
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"I don't think when I write. I feel." - Black Ash Sunset
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If at first you don't succeed, then you fail, and the test will be terminated.
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I can't forget you. I know you want me to want you, I want to. When this is over, don't blow your composure.
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