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What was the message that you tried to convey
A superstition only you could’ve made
Adulterated is the cursed reprise
The only barricade keeping you from peace
You could attack yourself
And say that you aren’t that tough
Or blame what started you
To say you weren’t wrong
You know that either way
It came from you had said
And your holding to a thread
When your holding against it
You give it more will
Denying the pity
That you have instilled
On with the complex
And out with your guilt
Diluting the motion
Of what you could feel
Pulling out of what you
Made then
All just to say
That you gave it
What you
Couldn’t replace
And I know you
Didn’t want to
But this
Isn’t all you
You just had it enough
And then you think again
That it was sent from your luck
That you couldn’t change
The ones that you wanted to please
Don’t even know your name
And if you could restart
You would’ve found a way
As you change the tune
You begin to contend
Is your heart of gold?
Were you pushed ahead?
As you drink away
Sing the song again
As you sing in key
But without any end
When your holding against it
You give it more will
Denying the pity
That you have instilled
On with the complex
And out with your guilt
Diluting the motion
Of what you could feel
Pulling out of
What you
Made then
All just to say
That you
Gave it
What you
Couldn’t replace
And I know you
Didn’t want to
But this
Isn’t all you
You give you give you give
I take my body and I’ll turn away
What would keep me going so that you could stay
We fake the picture and it turned great
For 5-10 minutes until we came straight
We lost this body and we lost its head
All when we found nothing in what heaven sent
We lost ourselves in what we admit
Had torn behind what left of this
You give you give your soul to this
Without a time to rest
You hide what made you promise this
And know it hurt again
You give you give delusions when
Your grandeur didn’t hit
It’s only you against yourself
When everyone has left
Fractured/bad omen was written by mixed matches.
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