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| Slow Me Please I dream of pretty flowers but they�re always burning I dream of pretty faces but they�re always crying only shadows of the past frozen memories I rest in the shade of what once was hear you laugh I look at you that�s all I do living in the past pretty flowers faded fast every day is closer to the end and everyday is a step away from you I keep losing I keep losing you that�s all I do living in my past why do you fade so fast? |
Orange Juice trying hard to find a reason to get up to stay alive tomorrow can�t think of any but I know I�ll get up anyway to see if something�s changed it�s always the same no one wants to see my slightly bruised skin soft surface deep scars I�m trying to hide them myself say nothing do nothing maybe it�ll go away |
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FRIDAY 11 PM Belle I can�t tell why you laugh you say you�re dead we�re all dying I don�t care you left me dead anyway (kill me again) Belle you�re here but you�re not the faint echo of your voice talking to someone else (I wonder who) Belle I can�t tell why you hurt me so shooting darts through my paper hearts pale importance plagued existance Is this what you want? (since you don�t want me) Belle I can't tell if you�re real or not and now it�s too late I�m frozen in this moment while you�re walking away (leaving me) Farewell Belle (go to hell) |
This Appear Silence appears when I�m near I wish I could tell you how I feel but I'm not that kind of person I don�t say "fuck you" even though the desire is there I'd rather let you walk all over me and hate you quietly for letting me down |
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