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I let my hair grow
Not to be sad
Not to be bad
But to be brave
When I let go of what I had
Un moment,
dure t-il éternellement?
Une histoire,
Peut-elle rester mémorable ?
Seulement s'elle est rythmée par un amour
Ceci se sugmonte et se gagne toujours
And when I pass, I hope you visit my tomb to talk about all the funny, stupid things we would laugh about if I was still here.
Though your presence at my send off would bring me joy, I hope that if u are not in attendance, u would comfort my soul by reminiscing upon our time together just as I did in my last 7 minutes.
I think it's sad
The inability to miss
She seems mad
For being the reason I'm bad
We drown in our mistakes
We float when the virtue takes
Nighttime
And I'm once again sitting on my bed
Thoughts fight inside my head
I truly wanna know
God, if you please tell me
My mind is killing me
The monsters crying sad
He loved us
As much as he loved the sound of an airplane
As long as this sound only brings pain
For him, it's only pure pain
On Spring mornings, with wet dew prancing
across leaves and blades of grass,
Standing alone across vast fields,
I journeyed long stone paths,
The tasteful wind at my back.
She likes nothing
And nothing is like her
This roof is carried by agony, guilt and disgust
The monster disappeared
Yet the nightmares are still
Do you ever think
About the stars in the middle of the dark
Do you ever wonder
If they are scared
If they are not
Do you even know
The shepherds wake, and tend to their flocks of sheep.
As chaos rears it's head bearing ugly teeth.
When snakes come out to tempt, and break the weak.
The lambs turn to goats, and shake all of belief.
But like lambs who are slaughtered for their shepherds feast.
Yesterday they played "Hayley's comet"
In the liveliness of the shared room.
The chords struck the chatter in the kitchen
It was one of those times
Where the pure presence of people