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Than to Remove All Doubt
This is not the path I wanna follow,
But something about you leaving taught me to
never
let
go.
If you lay me down to sleep,
Will that my soul is yours to take
I pray the Lord my life to keep,
But I'll come home as soon as I wake..
NEVER
Let
Go--
Fake like crystal skies
A future I can't reach
Set me up like I can fall right back, into your recycled trap
And worship me 'til I'm yours--
Always wasting time
A wound that doesn't bleed
Grant me words like I can call out to your innocent mask,
And need me 'til I'm real...
Doesn't go unsaid, but doesn't need to be spoken
Your own lies have confused even your head.
Why walk, when "away" needs a definition?
Why "lost", when even forgiveness needs a destination?
How narrow does it get, this path I have to follow?
With all the times you've left, I could Never Just
LET GO.
Fake, like crystal skies
A future I can't reach
Set me up like I can fall right back, into your recycled trap
And worship me 'til I'm yours--
Always wasting time,
A wound that doesn't bleed
Grant me words like I can call out to your innocent mask,
And need me 'til I'm real.--
Why speak, when words mark your foolishness?
Why need, when hope is less than loneliness?
Should giving up be so real.. yet I'm less 'real' everyday
Am I lost at this point.. or is 'found' a 'real' thing?
.. Let's act like God gave me a friend.
The only defintion of "away" was their name.
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Believe it or not, I'm not constantly depressed. Really. I just write when I'm in a bad mood. I hope you like my writing. One of these days I might be able to write a happy song.
--Rx