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Same As Me
Something in your eyes
Bring me so much pain
Nothing left inside
Nothiing left to gain
Nothing left to do now but run, run, run
You remind me of myself
Sinking in the stink
Drowning in the sweat
The fever of regret
Screaming at the fiends
The demons in your head
Nothing left to do now but smile and pretend
The ink stained skin
Scars from the once healing sin
The invisible bruises
An instrument of abuses
Living as a lie
Constanly needing a place to hide
You don't have to hide from me
Baby I'll let you come inside.
Bring me so much pain
Nothing left inside
Nothiing left to gain
Nothing left to do now but run, run, run
You remind me of myself
Sinking in the stink
Drowning in the sweat
The fever of regret
Screaming at the fiends
The demons in your head
Nothing left to do now but smile and pretend
The ink stained skin
Scars from the once healing sin
The invisible bruises
An instrument of abuses
Living as a lie
Constanly needing a place to hide
You don't have to hide from me
Baby I'll let you come inside.
Published 13th Oct 2014
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13th Oct 2014 4:09pm
Beautiful and humanistic! You reach out a hand into the darkness as one who has known darkness before, and you lead another person out. Its down to earth, and it has an empathetic voice. Good scribe.
13th Oct 2014 9:33pm
I liked it. It had a rough cadence to it that I think hides talent. Practice makes music.
Personally, I've found that the more I write the more I work through my frustration and the better I get my words out.
Duncan :)
Personally, I've found that the more I write the more I work through my frustration and the better I get my words out.
Duncan :)
