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Loving beauty
So hear my words
And feel my sounds
I’m tired of feeling like
I’m just a messing around
I wanna drift away..
I wanna drift away..
So take me as I come
Cuz I can’t stay long
I got some things in my head
Spoiled, going wrong
I wanna get away
Get away
So baby, take me please
To the sound and trees
Loving beauty
Flowing through me, right now
Summer flings
Just agree
Don’t tell me my thinking is so absurd
Just feel my voice, and hear my words
I will never steer you wrong
And this is your song
And feel my sounds
I’m tired of feeling like
I’m just a messing around
I wanna drift away..
I wanna drift away..
So take me as I come
Cuz I can’t stay long
I got some things in my head
Spoiled, going wrong
I wanna get away
Get away
So baby, take me please
To the sound and trees
Loving beauty
Flowing through me, right now
Summer flings
Just agree
Don’t tell me my thinking is so absurd
Just feel my voice, and hear my words
I will never steer you wrong
And this is your song
Published 30th Nov 2017
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So take me as I come
Cuz I can’t stay long
I got some things in my head
Spoiled, going wrong
Don’t tell me my thinking is so absurd
Just feel my voice, and hear my words
Beautiful piece full of insecurity, frustration, bigotory, rejection and absolute pain.
Reminds me of a quote I came across one day.
"He loves hardcore with every piece of himself ripped open and handed to you, but he will hold you like, falling is impossible, and landings are feather light."
Stephanie Bennett Henry
Cuz I can’t stay long
I got some things in my head
Spoiled, going wrong
Don’t tell me my thinking is so absurd
Just feel my voice, and hear my words
Beautiful piece full of insecurity, frustration, bigotory, rejection and absolute pain.
Reminds me of a quote I came across one day.
"He loves hardcore with every piece of himself ripped open and handed to you, but he will hold you like, falling is impossible, and landings are feather light."
Stephanie Bennett Henry
