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Sunday, January 18, 2009

I can't move, blush, make a smile

Don't you wish you could be the rain?
Falling, how you feel, washing away your pain?
Did they ever tell you you were their rain?
The on thing that could leave them of all their pain?

Let their fever break out in your head
let their glare break your exterior
let their words grab you against what you said

Is he what you wanted?
nothing more than a whore dressed in boy's clothing
well I see right through, right through him and you
he'll give you the world dipped in deceit and lies
but if he's what you wanted

well I make this sound
this sound of drowns and nouns
twisting around my devotion
twisting around my feelings for you
this isn't what I wanted
faith misplaced is devotion ignored
drown and start to breath

Is he what you wanted?
nothing more than a whore dressed in boy's clothing
well I see right through, right through him and you
he'll give you the world dipped in deceit and lies
but if he's what you wanted

you feel that twisting, falling, tearing down?
you hear that screaming, moaning, drowning out?
well, if he's what you wanted.
you feel that twisting, falling, tearing down?
you hear that screaming, moaning, drowning out?
well, if that's what you wanted then don't call me back.
I'll hold you, hide you, protect your feathered down
you're this sweetness in a world so bitter
you're becoming bitter now
well if that's what you wanted then don't call me back.

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