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Heal
I run faster in my world of dreams,
past the hope of many things,
in memory of how it seems-
I try to forget you.
Mistakes can be forgiven,
granted.
Recognize the time to heal.
I have not lived how I had planned it.
Sometimes I wish life was not real.
Evil will always be among us,
attempting to be in the way,
disguising itself in thoughts inside us,
leaving us in disarray.
A fool is me to think that change
can make you want more than you can.
If pain was simple we wouldn't feel it.
Yet pain is hard to understand.
Gold things and money are what consumes
our every step,
our every move.
Biting at the bit to get there,
Anxiously arriving somewhere...
Don't hurt me on your road of stone.
Don't travel in the dark alone.
Be not mistaken by the wrong design,
because she has nothing good inside.
I can't save you from your mind....but I can help you heal.
past the hope of many things,
in memory of how it seems-
I try to forget you.
Mistakes can be forgiven,
granted.
Recognize the time to heal.
I have not lived how I had planned it.
Sometimes I wish life was not real.
Evil will always be among us,
attempting to be in the way,
disguising itself in thoughts inside us,
leaving us in disarray.
A fool is me to think that change
can make you want more than you can.
If pain was simple we wouldn't feel it.
Yet pain is hard to understand.
Gold things and money are what consumes
our every step,
our every move.
Biting at the bit to get there,
Anxiously arriving somewhere...
Don't hurt me on your road of stone.
Don't travel in the dark alone.
Be not mistaken by the wrong design,
because she has nothing good inside.
I can't save you from your mind....but I can help you heal.
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