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Want More
The ocean waves keep crashing on the shore
I’ve been told to accept less, but I want more
The moonlight is the only guide that I need; a steady comfort to protect me when I bleed
I write my own destiny; this is what I swore.
Love hurts, but loneliness kills
My goal has been accomplished with the blood that I’ve spilt.
Come and push me into the water; let it ooze in my pores
Even when my lips say “stop”, I keep on wanting more
I’m told that I ask too much, that I should accept what I have
I don’t expect empty souls to ever understand.
Long ago, I was full of hopes and dreams
For better or worse, is this how life really seems?
Come hell or high water, I’ll take it all; I’ll pick myself up every time that I fall
I let myself go, and just breathe.
Dreams can burst and hope can die
Even after going through hell, I’m still alive.
Come and push me into the water; let it ooze in my pores
Even when my lips say “stop”, I keep on wanting more
I’m told that I ask too much, that I should accept what I have
I don’t expect empty souls to ever understand.
That to want more… is worth dying for.
I’ve been told to accept less, but I want more
The moonlight is the only guide that I need; a steady comfort to protect me when I bleed
I write my own destiny; this is what I swore.
Love hurts, but loneliness kills
My goal has been accomplished with the blood that I’ve spilt.
Come and push me into the water; let it ooze in my pores
Even when my lips say “stop”, I keep on wanting more
I’m told that I ask too much, that I should accept what I have
I don’t expect empty souls to ever understand.
Long ago, I was full of hopes and dreams
For better or worse, is this how life really seems?
Come hell or high water, I’ll take it all; I’ll pick myself up every time that I fall
I let myself go, and just breathe.
Dreams can burst and hope can die
Even after going through hell, I’m still alive.
Come and push me into the water; let it ooze in my pores
Even when my lips say “stop”, I keep on wanting more
I’m told that I ask too much, that I should accept what I have
I don’t expect empty souls to ever understand.
That to want more… is worth dying for.
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