Blind. 3 partsI can't make you see, what you don't consider possibility. i can't change your mind; when theres still bits of you to find.Blind. 3 parts
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Touching something distant, two souls dancing on the wind seeing one another, they know not they have sinned.
Its vile evil, is not of blood, or violence; anything unkind their sin is to themselves they have become so blind.
I know myself i doubt you, when you speak of me the same. Its hard to make one believe when love can be a game.
Not looking in the mirror, but rather at
A smile.There is something that is seen, on the ouside of your shell. Something that you may force on, in the depths of hell.A smile.
It has been known as empty as forced and cold untrue, yet warmth is in this one and the one that proceeded too.
You see it's different to mean it, as it rises in your cheeks. As it comes unbeckoned
everytime he speaks.
Tonight, it came upon me. something i have known a while; Being met with the geniune-
the fake can be so vile.
I decided im glad this time
i wont pretend,
A heart on a tile.In dreams of black and white flickered one blessing of red. A silent symbol on a tile near where i rested my head.A heart on a tile.
I fought so hard, to make it work i didn't and so i cried as my heart felt old it burrowed deep inside.
Try finding a reason to smile when every cloud seems grey so silent and desolute from day, to day, to day...
strangely now that seems so long ago. eons of agression that wouldnt let me go.
he hurt me, so i swore
empty promises to the dark i would never love again for it only rips apart.
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Somestage colour did once show,
Now it does but fade and go...
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